2016 Update: I care more about this blog than I do that "they" can read it, otherwise I'd stop writing it and create a new one. As long as they finally leave me and my little family alone, there should be no problem, even though I requested that they don't read it. Since they have no interest in my writing, I'm probably safe. I hope so hard they will finally respect our wishes of no contact. I care so much about telling the truth and bringing healing. I fought my entire life to bring communication, truth, and healing to my FOO. There's nothing left to fight for so I have given up, at age 59. I can now only bring healing to myself and other survivors through my words. I finally went back to work on my heart-wrenching memoir that I wrote in 2012 that I originally wrote for them as my last Hope of getting my beloved family of origin and relatives back. But, There Are None So Blind As Those Who Will Not See

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Just UGH

It's just so freakin' hard living with the two debilitating diseases I'm challenged with!
You have no friggin' idea! Unless you have them too.
I swear, I don't know how we do it.
It is definitely helpful to believe it's all for a reason; to enhance my personal and spiritual growth; somehow it's all part of my Divine Purpose designed by GodGoddessUniverse.
Even the part about that my FOO never gave a damn or lifted a finger to help me, even though I was always there for them in times of need. And 18 years suffering with this and they didn't even believe me until the film Forgotten Plague came out.
When I was first stricken my daughters were really little and I could barely get out of bed---literally crawling on hands and knees when I did. I couldn't shower more than once a week, I had to rest my arm many times just to brush my teeth.
Things Like That.