Please Wait...

    Understanding What is wrong with you is a large part of accepting yourself. Even though I couldn't understand many things in my childhood, I found a way to focus on the things I would need. Before My trauma started I was given a few basic life skills, and the trauma is Spam clogging up my brain. My brain is kinda like a computer, Not completely useless, but a bit slow on the start up, but once it gets going, Oh the processing! Speed starts, pictures, music, ect... The lengths my brain goes to just explain one thing, it is massive, because it can explain it in so many ways. When I try to learn something I love to research all about it. When      I really want to know about something, I just need to be left alone to wallow in my work.

Just a thank you...

Dear Friends and Family,

Ok, so house is cleaned, Floors moped, Laundry still to do, but that is life. Animals fed played with happily sleeping in various spots. A little vacuuming left after the carpets are dry from their cleaning, and I am done for the night. I've not been talking much because for the past week i have been trying to get my head back in the game and get this house cleaned up, with my husband's help. And with his help we got everything ready for inspection from the land lord this week, except for a few things we are fixing now. That is why i haven't been talking to anyone.

A Spider's Dance

She delicately moves along her web as she gently places each thread in precisely the right position. She glides along on tiptoes, moving, slowly, and precise in each movement. She weaves here and dabs there. Each movement of her stilettos a graceful dance. A little here and touch there. She weaves and winds though her work. She ties each room together, and strings each corner to one another, If she is to only have silk, then silk would be her tool to use. She center's herself and waits, watching, listening, until l something hits the line, and she drops and wraps those knee high stilettos around her pray and injects her venom into them, with one swift motion.

This is me... Who am I?

Let me paint you a picture of my struggles in life, but first let me tell you something about myself, I struggle with illnesses everyday, which wasn't found until about two years ago. I am over thirty and have been slowly dying since I was a little girl. The problem was, no one could figure out what was wrong with me.

Depression is.

Fighting depression is living in a dark room, no matter where you go, and still finding peace to keep moving.