#86… I am ready for my Peace…

Life is so full of choices we all make and those choices do intersect with each other, unknowing to us… but they do… How???

It’s called the circle of life…

As I watched Dwayne Johnson be interviewed and he said he was happy with his peace… It is nice, when a man, with his platform, to acknowledge his mental health… It is, being human…

I am so ready for my peace… I am ready for the estate mess to be over and finished… I am ready to continue living my life as I have for the last 54 years since leaving home… I am ready for my peace…

I have been in a battle with myself since the court clerk yelled at me and the PTSD went into overdrive… and that battle???

Acceptance…

The neurologist on Hawaii asked me if I would be able to accept not remembering??? At that moment in time several years ago I said yes… and the answer today is still yes… I can let it go, and live…

That’s the journey I have been on since the memory trigger in 2017… When 26 innocents were murdered in Sutherland Springs, Texas… See the early blog…

When I talked of that night a couple days after those murders… I opened up pandoras box and that box has not over flowed… It has crept in many ways that still lead to no where…

Homer had a car accident and broke his neck at 18 and suffered a brain injury, he lost memory… It does not haunt him, it does not bother him… Why???

He doesn’t have edetic memory… I do… (photographic)… But can I let go, If I can’t remember???

If I could get the one test that would confirm when the brain bleed(s) happened… Would it give me more insight or leave me hanging with more questions???

Amnesia is a living hell I wish on no one…

The hardest part, someone still living has the answers and my sister let one brother die without being told the truth… She would have no problem letting me die too without answers…

Yea christians are the most corrupt people I have ever met… and that’s a fact…

Sorry I went to the dark place…

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…