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

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

God! I Love To Write! -- Late Bloomer Alert

Ahh, blog, you are sooo safe on account of my having so few readers! 

 You are my living private and personal journal.

 I can say practically anything I want to here.

 My late father, the Methodist minister who sexually abused me, used to call me a "late bloomer." Well, he wasn't kidding. I Am a late bloomer.

 Perhaps I will truly write something remarkable one day. (My memoir is mostly written, so that's something)(and I hear it's pretty damn fabulous from those who have read it)

 Perhaps I will even get published (not that I haven't been published, I have).

 Perhaps I will even make Money from my writing one day.
Wouldn't that be something!? !
I have always known that there is something Holding Me Back from Setting Myself Free as a writer
and just Writing. Just Doing it.

 Fuck.

 In the meantime, there's my used-to-be-a-secret-other-blog, that I did mention before, and that has many, many, many more readers than this blog:

 www.jayarainbowangel.blogspot.com
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