If you don’t know, IT can not stop you….

When I went into basic training two months after the birth of my son… my body was not a happy camper…

My brain was carrying a TBI an stroke… my arms, legs, torso and skull were all carrying blunt force trauma fractures… and my legs and arms were showing signs of compartment syndrome…

Yet, somehow… after giving birth… I made it through basic training almost 10 years to the date, when I got the brain injury at 13 years old at the hands of christians…

Self deprecating… you betcha… I have every right… yet I’m a bad mother, bad sister and bad daughter… because I told them the truth… well bit my lilly white ass bigots… geez… thin skinned is a christian thing… true blue…

The reason I got to thinking about this, I need to do my exercises and the PT kids are forever trying to get me to slow down… I like to do it, get it over with and relax… well they want me to do it, in stages and relax in between… way too slow for me… but…

I’m adjusting my thought process from, not knowing of my injuries, to learning to not aggravate said injuries… and cause more problems…

In other words… I’m being forced to slow down, so as to do no harm to myself… so today’s work out… will happen tomorrow, after PT works my neck…

It’s like with the book… I know I need to work at it more, but I find myself going over what I wrote early on, without reading the blog… just using this weird memory ability I got and making use of it… it seems to smooth out the chaos of the memories coming forward and if you read the blog, I talked of a good memory… that’s huge, in progress of getting to the last of the repressed memories….

Because I couldn’t remember what happened to me, I never let it slow me down in anything I wanted to do… be it flying lessons, or zip lining when we had company… the last 4 MRI’s have changed all that…

So, now I know, who hurt me, when they hurt me, how they hurt me and the why…

You’ll have to ask man’s made up god… because that friend in the head, is the only one that knows the truth and he’ll never talk, because he or she don’t exist… but the living do and they still aren’t talking, even though she reached out to me just over a week ago… I smell a rat and the game is afoot…

Yep, pandemic, fake gods an fake Americans… kind of glad we are stuck on Hawai’i… bullies I can deal with… psycho christians… my body carries enough of their hate…

Adorable Spite… taking a break from man’s voodoo….

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