#45 Don’t Eat The Daisies…

Telling my puppies not to eat the daisies is like me telling christians that rape isn’t immaculate…

The puppies no more understand, the plant isn’t for them, than christians thinking rape isn’t okay… because they worship a god that say’s, “Mary’s rape was immaculate”… Talk about double talk in so many languages, it makes you wonder how these people wipe their own ass’s!!!

For those who read the old blog(s)… I can say honestly… It is almost over for me with the mental health part of the journey…

Amnesia, that’s still to be seen…

69 years of panic attacks and when something goes screwy here and it’s shocking or taking the wind out of my sails… I just go with the flow, instead of seeing every color of the rainbow… I see the problem or situation for what it is and let life do it’s thing…

Homer knows I am a planner… That’s how we got out of poverty, to living the life we have now in the middle class… But I can’t plan how my mental health will go…

Like now, it’s depression and lots of it and I am struggling to stay motivated, keep it light in the house and be positive…

The estate mess is coming to a close… The judge has my blessings with my last email, to do as he sees fit… I have no desire for any deal with the family or compromise, the judge can call the shots… so I doubt, any audit for elder abuse will be done and another christian crime(s) gets swept under the rug…

But!!! I am okay with it… The money has no value to me, doing what I did, calling everyone out and exposing the corruption and telling them exactly what I have thought of them for decades… (yea, not to proud of some of my wording, but I left no doubt… don’t fuck with me ever again, you won’t like how I take you down!!!) and that’s my story and I am sticking to it!!!

Sleep has been bad, diet, has been too much sugar and thus sleep is bad… 5 pounds put back on, while I fight the emotional or what little emotion I have about the estate and lack of family… It, like all things will pass and I will do as I have done since dad’s death…

Pity them….

I can’t save the world or any of those in it… I can only impact the part of the world I am exposed to and have access too some would say…

Hogwash…

You have to be a part of my world to know it and to live it and you have to want it…

I chose me over my brother’s and sister’s who chose a god over me…

I remember…

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About Me

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…