Words escape me…

I bet my hubby wished that would happen more often than not….

I’m tired… not tired because of the journey I am on in remembering Margie’s childhood… Nope, this is about mother nature and its impact on us… mainly people like me with neuropathy….

Heat has always bothered me, but I just pushed through it… Makes me glad my basic training started in late September… Lackland can be really hot and it wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t miserable… after that on to active duty and having to maintain my body, meant running and exercise, so I could pass PT every year….

Once hubby and I went back over our 24 years together and counting how many times I had incidents that left me miserable and exhausted… then I had to backtrack to as far back as I could remember and I got to 17 yrs of age… I have to say… for someone who people tried to break… I just kept on going… human spirit is the most powerful… and that is minus the religious rhetoric…. having faith in yourself is more powerful than any religion and that is what scares the religious rich, they may have to get a real job….

Living here, I told hubby before we moved my concerns about the heat and my health…this was before we had the diagnosis…. and it has hit me hard this summer… If I hadn’t just gone through a lot of medical testing I would be concerned…but its all related to the neuropathy…

As with learning to live with the memories of the domestic violence and betrayal… I am learning to live with this illness that is more of an annoyance than anything…

I look at it this way… After what my parents put me through in my first 17 years on this planet… everything else is a cake walk…not a comfortable one… but, one I can live with… sometimes things are just out of our control and either you learn to accept and deal with it or you fight it till your last breath… I can’t change what is… I can just learn to live with it and own it… Not let it own me…

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...