#49 Does “Your” Opinion Matter???

Those are bruises from my scalp down… near death #1

It was a dark and stormy day, not night and it started at 4:30AM June 18th 2026 and it went on till we went to bed after 9PM… Thunder, lightning, downpours so heavy, you couldn’t see ten feet in front of you… It made for a long day and then a reader broke my melancholy and I still am trying to figure out what they meant???

I enjoy people reading my blog, it helps with my mental health in ways they will never understand… PTSD can do that to a brain… We find joy in the smallest of touches…

The blog is not for medical purpose’s or to give medical or psychological advice… That’s for the professional’s with a license and degree behind their name…

My story is just that… It’s a walk through my life, where I got to meet death before I was 9 years old, suffered injuries before I was 6 years old so severe, I shouldn’t be walking and talking now… Gang raped in the Air Force and I should have slit my own throat??? No my story isn’t the norm and it isn’t for you to make medical or mental health decisions…

No, my story is just that…

MY STORY…. not yours, not your platform to get your agenda out there… No it is about what a child born self aware with critical thinking would endure before she made it to the age of 2 years old and would go on, to have a successful and productive life, giving back to society, not taking from it…

So I am very happy to take your comments and read them and approve them, as long as it’s not your agenda or your platform you are trying to get a rise about, through me…

Enjoy your day, I may write later, but life has been busy and we have things to put back outside after the tropical storm yesterday…

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…