Life with Poly Neuropathy….

This illness has been with me since I was a young person… we’ll say as early as 1968 to 78 between 13 yrs of age to 24 yrs old was when the symptoms started…

As with MS, know one knows what cause’s a person to get this illness… an my case is no different… The military doctors all got it wrong… the VA doctors ALL got it wrong and several civilian doctors got it wrong… WHY??? Because I have a TBI and did not know of the physical abuse I endured for most of my first 18 years… The only time in my life I sustained physical injuries to my body… from as early as 18 months to 18 years…

What has this to do with anything… I live with depression… Depression I didn’t understand, until I woke Nov 7, 2017… after a gunman killed 26 people in a little town in Texas… I started talking and I haven’t shut up since…

To heal from PTSD and depression, you have to address to elephant in the room, why I think the way I do and why I feel the way I feel…

I was raised in a violent christian household…. so I have no use for religion… I was raised in a house with many other people living in it… but none came forward… and I could go on an on an on… My point is this… there are always many players in our lives… but this story… this exercise is not being done for or about anyone… It’s being done by ME and for ME…

I own my life… I own my mistakes and I own my choices… not some fictional god…

I believe in me… I am telling the story about me… I chose to face the horrors that went down in that home… I chose not to buy into man-made rhetoric people hide behind called religion… I chose REALITY for my bedfellow… not man made god… I chose ME…  What you chose is your choice, your life… you have no say in mine… only my opinion matters… it is after all my world… not yours… You have to make your own world…. Reality is the Red pill… Fantasy/Religion is the Blue pill… Your choice… I chose Red…

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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...