Time to cross the street…

Since Nov 7, 2017 it has been a roller coaster ride of emotions…

Never being told you suffered a TBI is more than devastating, it is life changing…

When learning about the PTSD in 2011… I already knew I was missing memory after my confrontation with my mother in her kitchen the last time I saw her… 2010…. which I have already written about…

Then the culmination of more medical test and mental health assistance… I have enough answers to be able to cross the street and approach this journey in a new direction…

My first goal is to continue to explore the nightmares of PTSD and see what else my repressed memories reveal…

My second goal is to enjoy the time I have left on Hawaii before we start work on this little house so we can sell it and move… our last remodel sold in 1 hour after going on the market… so this one should be real easy… just getting older and slower…

My third goal is to return to the mainland and go to the scenes of the crimes to see if that will trigger more memories…

This will all take time… In the mean time I will continue to document my journey for the book and hopefully not lose everything because of my computer… backups being done…

I will never understand religious cults…but they have been around since Neanderthal time and my DNA test shows that I have quite a bit of that breed in my DNA and science is showing that the humanoids joined with them…

DNA, most fascinating subject… My DNA shows no disease’s or anything out of the ordinary… that’s why I submitted to medical tests…to get answers or at least the lack there of… So the obvious choice is domestic violence is the result of my body betraying me… So deal with it I will…

As for the birth family… this is no longer about them… they made their choices and religion is their choice over me… and I can live with that… actually been living with that my whole life… it’s their loss and they have to live with that… they want into my world… they have to seek mental health help… I wasn’t the only one damaged in that house of horrors… I just quit running from it and quit hiding behind religion to get over it… No I accepted the reality of domestic violence done in the name of god or what ever excuse they want to make… Bullies never own their lives and victims will never give up their lives… Domestic violence a old song handed down through the ages and accepted because of mental illness or you just can’t fix stupid… your choice…

The day is calling and I have chores to do… Depression has not been an issue, but I am aware that it can rear its ugly head any time it choses… it just has to get past me first…

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...

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