Wandering in Secret…

I have been lost in my wandering of late… Imagine this, imagine that… what could be, what may be… meandering through my thoughts and asking why I don’t hate… knowing that even I can’t answer that… It was the path I chose to walk in life… My husband chatting as I wonder in my own little world, seeing images float across my view as my brain leaves reality and enjoys some down time… no past, no present, just the here and now as it may only last a minute or two…but they were mine, no one else’s…

It is tired this brain of mine… it’s been on a hunt for over 50 years, it is wanting to let go and move on to the next adventure, where ever that may be… I can not change what is, I have no desire to reach out… 

Yet I have no say… it quits the nightmares for a few nights, rarely more than that, If I follow true to its pattern… so I know, though my wandering is in secret, my brain is on vacation… waiting to be put back to work… psychology was right… little steps, lead to answers…

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I Remember….

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...