It Wasn't Always Like This

Friday, September 12, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Hi. O/

Your friendly Ghos+ back to welcome you back to another installment of Today staring You and The Sunshine.

Hope you're feeling fine.

On with our show...

It wasn't always like this.

There was pain for so long I changed its name to normal.

There was medicine and there were side effects and there was exhaustion.

I don't write often on my life before remission.

Imagine living everyday with the worst flu you've ever had. Sometimes different symptoms flair-up. You want to live so you fight it. Sometimes little to no symptoms show, but there was always the exhaustion from the struggle.

Asking me for a biography of most of my adult life is like asking you what you've been doing all week when you spent the whole week healing from the flu.

I see now just because there's not a lot to say about my life doesn't mean there's not a lot to be said for it.

Sure, this Ghos+ business is necessary medicine for a world that's forgot wonder, but there's more to it for me.

"Why keep going? Why show up everyday to share?"
-Favorite Reader

Because for so long I couldn't. And every morning, while I sit in the sunrise with my pen in hand, write today's date and Good morning, I remember I won.

A life worth the investment of love.

Thank you for reading. The words of Wonderfell are meant to inspire and lift, encourage and direct.

Like Virgil in Dante's Inferno, I've been through Hell, let me show you some ways out.

Science sustained me. Miracle cured me.

Faith and the refusal to give up on my dreams made and make every word here possible.

I found opportunity where most would see despair.

After I healed I had so much to say and offer the world, but I also had a lifetime behind me with little to no time or energy to make Facebook memories or Instagram stories.

"People will think I'm a ghost."
-Wynn Right Before He Had The Great Idea

Boo. O/

Post remission it took a couple of years to recover from all the side-effects of the many medications I required to keep myself alive all those years.

Once those cleared up, about a week before I planned to start contacting agencies regarding my poetry, an SUV travelling 50+ mph crossed a double yellow and drove into my driver's seat and into my lap.

I woke up 3 days later in an ICU with my left leg split in two, with the hospital staff waiting for me to remain conscious enough to attach a metal rod from my knee to my ankle to keep my leg together.

Other than a few scars the damage to my leg is now barely noticeable.

I've spent the few years since working on Wonderfell and a couple other pieces to share with you.

My health is excellent, miraculously so, for years now.

Perhaps it's vanity, perhaps it's like I write about how bringing our dreams to life works like stories do, that all the Hell thrown at me my whole life was what I needed to overcome to get my words to you.

Maybe they can mean that much.

I look at the news every morning and almost all of it is an exercise in slinging hate. I think of the billions of dollars made everyday by people writing all that, and I think about my words full of hope, encouragement, love, spirit, and the power of dreams being so easy to read and so enjoyable and I think...

If I make news about what's best about us profitable it will make a lot of hatemongers lose a lot of paychecks and help heal a very sick world.

Healing a very sick world is something I have a lifetime's worth of experience with.

Take care, be thankful for something, and make wonderful this wonderful day.