Ghosts of Memories…

They are there… just not clear as to what is running through my mind while I sleep… I had suspected since Nov 7, 2017 that I had repressed memories, I just didn’t realize how complicated it is to open those memories up… It’s not like you are opening a bag of chips, where they explode and go everywhere… No, it’s more along that line of opening a zipper and getting some body part stuck in that zipper… you open it painfully slow… so slow that you cause yourself as little pain as possible… yep, that is where I be…

As my world around me, and I mean just my little section on this planet… as that settles and becomes less chaotic, the more relaxed and receptive I am to facing the past… Though the past for most of us is just memories… for me the past is freedom from the nightmares that have been with me for over 50 years… and I am getting just a little tired of them hanging around…

Our stay on Hawaii will last as long as I need it too… I will know when I am ready to let it all go… I can’t change what is…. I can learn to understand it, acknowledge it, accept it and learn to live with it… to own it, not IT owning me…

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I Remember….

Author: Adorable Spite

Domestic violence is an old song, sung thru the ages like a hymn and purported to be the way christians live their lives... full of deceit, hate, bigotry and most of all fear... It is that fear that cost me my virginity, my soul and most of all my humanity... I had to fight to keep the christians hands off my soul, but they stole from my body and so did the U. S. Air Force... Rape and attempted murder... but image was more important... Vance AFB and Webb AFB... #WhyIDidntTell #MeToo TimesUP, Circle of Silence is no more....