How Do I Know, I Am Right???

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That bucket of shit Freda said I always landed in, will never be around again…

The one thing that the neuro psychologist suggested that I disagreed with, was the photographic memory ability…. When something bugs me, because I know I am right, I will pursue it till I am either proved right or wrong… and rarely am I wrong…

I say that with certainty, because…

I remember…

Over the last 54 years… I have been searching for answers…

Little by little the family gave up those answers by their behavior… Nothing else, just their behavior and their lack of moral appitudes… Even with a masters in theology, he failed miserably, cowards rarely excel and even with a masters in mental health, she spiraled specatcularly… and even with a military job in black ops… He bowed to the greed…

The other 3… well, they all have or had past tense mental health issues, that are still on going for the living surviving 2…

I kid you not, since the family drama died a slow death… the brain has gone into overdrive on living in the past and boy what a ride I have had, watching so much of it play out… (Homer has had to deal with a very cranky woman the last few weeks…)

Getting the last medical answers has helped to put the puzzle pieces in place… the family drama denying my right to be by Freda’s side, well that was the last of the domestic violence any of them could inflict and that conflict is now no more…

It was important that I go through all of it, every bit of it, because not only will the mind continue to heal and remember… but the body has a great desire to become something it never has been, because of it’s injuries and feeling those abs tighten up has me excited, because I want more…

I want more out of my brain and I want more out of my body… and I will get all of it as I remember and learn to treat my old body with respect and I push it to become young again… So much time wasted living in pain… Physically and mentally…

I am excited what the future holds and now that I have all my answers about the physical and psychological side, figuring out the book is the only thing left for me to do…

Why???

Because I remember….

Have a wonderful day… We are both goofing off doing things we enjoy… Me playing computer games, Homer on his puzzle and the pups zooming till the rain hits for the next 18 hours… It’s getting closer and we are still under a hurricane warning, we are close to Alabama and the Florida panhandle… but we so much enjoy living here…

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…

This is my story of survival…

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