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: 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...