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     This page is made in collaboration with Express. Use my ring code 1698 to get 15% off your purchase. Exclusions apply. This ring code will jot be valid while there is a store wide sale. "Somebody Pick Up My Pieces" Dear readers, Well, I guess the journey to get back to life is in full force. My first official day back to work post incident. Let me tell you, it's not ideal since I am still in pain. I actually don't know how I got through the day. Courtney and I struggled, to say the least. It's weird coming back from something so traumatic, but i'm coming back while the aftermath of the traumatic event is still unfolding. I have to fold that new part of my life into the life I was already living. It is not ideal, but it is needed. I didn't just want to sit at home and be in pain. I'd rather be doing my best to live a life, while the pain is going on. I'm literally always at the doctors now. For the 2nd time in my life, it is becoming my 2nd home. I didn't think that was possible, but I guess anything has always been possible. It's nice to have this diary to unwind and talk about my day. I had a hard time coming back to shoot. My bones are not working with me, my body is not working with me, but I pushed through. Falling is hard, or in my case, flying hard... Getting back up can sometimes be harder. I thought I could just get back up and I'd have my strength. Boy was I wrong. I have to work to regain parts of myself, I was unaware that I lost. I'm learning something new about my body everyday now. I never have been through this, nor do I wish to go through it again. All I can do is listen, observe, learn, speak up, and work together with my doctors and loved ones, to pick up the pieces that scattered with me when things went down. I guess we can say that in a literal term, eh? I have to be okay having people help me hold my head up. Cause it is hard to do it on my own at the moment, not just mentally, but it is literally hard. It's connected to my back, and that back of mine, is a whole lot of yikes and ouch. I'm glad I could come up with the strength to come back and wear cool clothes, but also be able to put a smile on my face, while everything is stuck between a rock and hard place. While everything is being fixed and my body and soul is in rehab mode, i'm grateful that days like this will come a long way, as we all pick up the pieces to my life. After all, what's an ending without a heroes journey? Love, Dom Photographer: Courtney Johnson What I'm Wearing: Polo and Suit Pants - Express PRESS PLAY Every post I will include the song that inspired me to build a post around it's title Page 158
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