Living with bad memories must be tough…

When the force of the memory of Texas hit me, it was full in your face horror… The expression on hubbys face when it happened, showed me what fear looked like on his face… then it was over… Now you know why I want to be hypnotized… to see the rest of that Texas incident….

I know bad things happened to Margie… I know from medical records, photo evidence an then the physical evidence, me… What I do not know is all the paticulars… PTSD is reliving the worse until you deal with the damn thing… I can not deal, if I do not know what it is I am dealing with…

All any of this shows me so far, why I have felt and lived the life I lived… The depression has backed off an the nightmares, they just do not happen very often…

Its subtle, the changes… but like them I do… Still a long road ahead… Fighting for information is always fun… Going back to rhe scene of the crime in Texas will be interesting…. So much more work ahead to reach that light at the end of the tunnel….but, I am worth it…

In the mean time, its Hawaii life an hopefully this time in 2020, we will be back on the mainland….

TimesUp #MeToo

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...