Since the day Jeremy passed away, (especially that first year) I found myself speaking in metaphors; I don't do it as much as I was, and I gotta guess that's a good thing. 

What do I mean when I say that I've been speaking in metaphors? 

It's easier just to give an example of one of the many things I used to say. Like when I was attacked by 3 dogs on February 20, 2020, I tell people, "The two little ones set me up for their big brother. He finally made it through the window of the motorhome he was in, and made a bee-line straight for me. The little black dog cut my ankle with his tooth, in agony, I lifted my foot to kick, and WHAM! Down on my back I went because when my foot left the ground by a fraction of an inch, the black one stuck his nose under my gotta, lifted his head hard enough that I could not keep my balance. 

Once I was on my back, the big brother pulled up his big boy throne, put a bib around his neck, and commenced to chewing on my left leg as if it was a t-bone steak".  I don't guess that's exactly a metaphor, but it wasn't anything other people expected me to say, it made the situation easier for me to deal with, and I got a laugh from them, which made me laugh. 

My overall point??? I probably never had one from the beginning. I've got ADHD to the max, and I needed to put a gigantic burst of energy into something positive.