Pieces of me...

You know they say if you put a frog in a pot of water and turn the heat up slowly.... he'll never realize he's being cooked.

Stupid frog.... right?

Trauma is like that. When you grow up exposed to it daily, you don't realize how many times you put yourself in harms way as an adult.

The flip side to that is you also fail to see a good thing cross your path.

You become used to such uninhabitable surroundings the safe things, the good things do not ping the radar. 

Most times they're long gone before the alarm sounds...

Then boom, you end up as someone's dinner.