Mortal combat with yourself…

Anger issues… Yes at one time there were anger issues and once in a while that anger frightened even me… 

I was fighting to keep Margie locked up in her little cell… and let me tell you… she put up one hell of a fight….

Margie was born a gentle soul… precocious cute little girl with curly hair and big gray eyes… those eyes changed color after the boob incident… she was 8 yrs old is my guess…

The first touch of violence Margie felt left a scar so deep, it changed the course of her life… she was only a toddler… barely able to utter single words… That one blow of the hair brush set in motion a childs willingness to survive and not be broken by the very people who gave her life…

As the memories surface, I know that the first TBI happened around the age of 8 and it was over the boob incident… things changed between Margie and her mother… a mother who had her own demons… yet no excuse for the violence and hate…

Margie has been my constant battle ever since she died in Big Springs, Texas… Because I refused to hear her cries and plea to be heard and set free… I made my own life a living hell and those around me… as I fought to silence her voice…

When I finally quit fighting myself… When I accepted what is, can not be changed… When I acknowledge the fact that my own parents did all the could to break a little girl… to take the life that they had created…

So many tired… None tried harder than Maggi to silence Margie…

I will never go by the name Margie… It is a name connected to much physical and emotional & psychological pain…

Margie is free, she is no longer a prisoner of the past… She has given me her all and its my turn to take up the task and complete this journey to remember….

May Margie now rest in peace, may she haunt me only in my dreams….

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...