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  1. Dearest Capulet,

    I've been working on my 'puzzle' too for years.  Little light bulbs illuminate a lot of pain and trauma and help in the journey.  It's an awe - aha moment and it makes all the difference going forward.  You do wonderful blogging.  I hope you have a string of lights to follow and darkness flees, in Jesus' name .  - POM

  2. @Lonelygirl13  I'm sorry it's a rough storm, but like all the storms of life, it has highs and lows...and even stops sometimes.  You don't have to be alone.  I'm sorry it's so hard.  Use your supports as much as you can and as often as you need.  This pain is horrific and it doesn't seem to get easier, but it will.   If you have faith, turn to it.  It makes it so much better.  I took well over 40 years just to accept it and to understand, even as I had a patented excuse, my behavior still had to change.  I fought and drank my way through and nearly destroyed myself.  🌺 I couldn't find a rose, but I find a flower.  Rise above this.  You didn't deserve it and you owe it to yourself to get free.   Blessings, friend - POM

  3. I've been struggling for some time with an issue....let's just say Chocolate...and I stopped going there for a time...a couple of weeks.  Life was good.  Suddenly, it's all about chocolate again, literally.  I'm not ashamed or mad; just apathetic.  Yet I reconsider or briefly Consider my behavior before I do it.  tonight I read a note that made good sense.  "Our actions won't change, until we change our minds".  (Joyce Meyer, Battlefield of the Mind.)  I came to the conclusion, I'm afraid of an attack - spiritual attack.  Nearly as bad as a physical or verbal attack...it puts you on guard.  I don't want to be courageous but what other action can save lives? 

  4. Very unsettled today.  I didn't take meds yesterday.  It's a love/hate war with them.  No reason.  Not addicting.  I don't like to be reliant on them.  I want my peace to be my peace, not synthetic.  I took it now and it'll be better soon.  I'm so thankful now for this site.  It seemed a little daunting at first...but the more the burden lifts, the more pain it seems to be.  I need to be near you..people who understand.   Others try...but dont.  I"m called Manic by people who don't know me as well as they think, a liar by family...people who should know better and stupid by the users in my life...the ones with sugar daddies and they want me to be their sugar friend.  ughh...makes me sick. ..the waste I've gone through.  In an effort to show them one thing...God.  They claim faith but they do not know the Father.  I'm done with that.  I'm done, done, done with that.  SHould I forget that it's here in my archives.  Love -POM

  5. Sometimes...I have clarity of mind.  Almost three years ago, I was made an outcast in my town.  I did not know why.  I'm not saying I didn't do anything wrong.  It was a cold day in October and it remained cold until about a week ago.  My old friend came up and hugged me while a short time before, she, too, rejected me.  I'm ok now.  I'm stronger for it.  I still don't know why but I may have a clue. To exemplify...because of the diagnosis of schizo=affective disorder and the torment of a voice I didin't understand, I shut out the world.  No TV, no radio other than Christian, no secular books and no newspapers.   If my name made the newspaper, I wouldn't know it.  I reach out to the hurting souls...as much as I can...because I hurt.  Misery loves to help misery survive another day.  At least here.  Today, I realized what may have triggered. it.  I forgave a few young souls a crime.  I did so in writing.   I did the best I knew at the time.  Would I again?  Forgive them?  I think so...but not publically.  I don't know even if that's why.  I'm not sure it was public.  I feel ignorant.  God is so close now.  Yet so far..  I felt destitute and alone in the possibility of this consideration. It probably doesn't matter anymore.  Those who hate me, will probably always hate me.  Just as those who love me, may always love me.  Somedays Ail I want is to be 'liked'.  Even a little.  That's the little 5 year old in me facing amnesia and rejection like no other.   A few good friends is all one needs to survive this world...I suppose.  One good friend is more than our share, I once read.  I'm thankful I have Jesus in that capacity.  I don't even want to share all the details.  I want to push it away, put it down and move on.  But, because of the amnesia, maybe an extension of the brain washing, I don't always understand completely the situation.  Months even years later...I get it.  Thank God, He's got all of it and knows not only my past, but also the future and He has the blueprint of my life.  I live for eternity...but I have to do it one day at a time on earth.  Sometimes that's the scariest thing I have to do.  I found a hole in my car...possibly a bullet hole.  I didn't look too close lest my suspicions be made reality.  Clarity isn't always a good thing.  I'm not scared, just surprised...and alert.  My life is in Jesus...my hope is in the Lord.  I'm thankful for this place...this space to write about it all.   God bless! - POM

  6. Sometime life is painful.  Add a rape ...add another...add alcohol...become a w**re...oh crud...life kinda stinks.  No Ward & June life here.


    Add God...it gets better, but I came face to face with their choices vs. my choices.  I made the mistakes, in spite of the "Why's" and the "who's and the "What fors"...I failed to read the bible and I suffered a little more...because Satan doesn't let it lie down and cry.  He attacks "IT"...the sinful creature...  Walk away and satan has to let go.

    So long as you walk to God.

    My pc erased a bit but the gist is still here.  Too heavey on the key board...that stinks too.

    I think i know the "who' and i want so much to hate them.

    ah well, I pray for them, too.

    Bible study night...pray for me, if you know Jesus...or even if you only know OF Him.:blush:  Love POM



  7. I've shared alot...not everything, here, as in other places.  It still scares me. to think 'they're out there'.  The family of peds...are out there and doing damage to me in here.   I'm so paranoid they see and hear.  I don't know who they are.  I know they're creepy people.  And worse, I may know them.  And only because I don't know for sure, I am 'nice' to them.  The daughter stared at me, not knowing I noticed and smirked.  She's older than I am, but once upon a time, the playing field was leveled and, if her, she was forced as I to do unspeakable things...only she was brainwashed worse than me.  Now she would be like her mother.  Perhaps a set of evil things in her life too.  I should say something, I can't.  No one listens to me. No one cares.  One person I trusted says, "Well, it's all in the past."  But I know now, she doesn't believe or care.  I shiver in spirit.  God help me. -POM

  8. aperson - I can only relate to this well.  30 years of revolving door therapy and hospitalizations....there is a record of something that happened...no proof of the rape...except in my memory.  One therapist stated that they have best to treat it as though it happened and figure it out as they go....paraphrased.  Funny thing is; that therapist dogged me.  For lack of a better word.  I worked on a personal relationship with Jesus to help me sort things out.  They were so confusing for me as well.  Now I kind of understand....I'd hate to say I completely understand... I was 5, too, and still alone with all this.  Doubted, hated, manipulated, destroyed ...that pretty well coins it.  In need of a dear friend who understands...I"m crushed tonight. -POM  God bless!

  9. Rare that I stay up to clean  It seems like a woman thing.  I didn't like women for years.  Grandmas...ok.  Children yes, but women, I didn't like them at all.   Especially in make up.    I don't know for sure why.  I think it had something to do with the feel of it when I first tried to wear it.  I hated the mask.

    Random thoughts of nothing...just calming by middle of the night cleaning frenzy to a quiet breath.  Thanks for listening....soon I will interact. -POM

  10. I sometimes feel like chastising myself for the things I have done wrong....other times, I just want to celebrate the victories!  Like today, I did mow the lawn...5th time on a rider all life long.  It's scary for me....no 4 wheeler in the past, no tractor, no cycle...just me and this 'monster' lawn mower....on an uneven surface at times with waves of plain....I did it...and I got somewhere, it's not done...I stopped in the middle for a break and cried a bit, but I did it.  And I went out again to do more.  It sounds so wimpy...it is.  But I still think a little like a 5 year old inside.  Where the fear settled first... I took the challenge and I did it...  my best, at least.  I know when I return, I'll feel foolish and wonder how absolutely completely I humiliated myself by sharing.   But it's courage for another day, for either me or someone else.  I'm writing my first sermon...a life long dream.  Soon to come to fruition.   I maybe can't do some things, but this I can as long as the Holy Spirit leads...God bless - POM


  11. I understand.  And I'm so very proud of you.  As for the 11-year-old girl...she had courage.  Children as you know are limited because of size and circumstance...but look at your heart to help.  She was, is and always will be a strong girl.  OUr lives, our paths are lined by fire...fire too hot, fire sometimes out of control.  We are the strong...we can help the weak...now that we know this.  Not healed, not completely...may never be healed completely, but we have hope.  And, I hope, each other.  Thank you, Lane. -POM

  12. Change is in me, not what I see of them.  I attended my grandson's birthday party.  I knew a few people there...not so many by name, but by face.  Inlaws of my son.   My reputation is mud.  I don' t know why.  If it were said, I've sinned.  It's true.  If it were said I knew better...at times that, too, was true.  I have fought my way out of the pit.  I corrected my behavior...after a horrific rape..after a PTSD chain of events...only to be loathed.  Well, if I swore, which I'd almost want to it'd be harsh.  Deep breath.  In.  Out.  Ok.  So I am choosing to forgive.  I've been told forgiveness is not a feeling...yet if I don't feel it, it isn't truly forgiven for me.  It lingers and I lose.  If I forgive behind the scenes, does that work?   Not really.  Because I wonder at the next time I see 'you'.  At the party, I didn't even try to interact.  What's the point?

    My grandchildren came running to me for hugs.  Nothing greater on earth!

    An hour of watching them...interact and play and open gifts and eat cake...I left.

    It's better alone with them and that isn't going to happen.

    I love children, always have.  I missed raising mine for the most part, because I was struggling with the PTSD I'm told doesn't exist because, as I'm to be aware of, nothing ever happened.

    Amazing, isn't it?  Now the anger is spiking again...along with resentment.  Oh, blessed be.  Hugs if you have any....Hugs if you need Love -POM

  13. What happened in my world became public on a tragic night when someone was almost murdered...for the 'concern'.  Wrong someone.  I was blamed and i buried it deep in my psyche I guess.  The next morning I forgot.  When I remembered...due to hateful people instigating it...it was 20 years later or more.  The rest o fthe 'world' knew and hated me.  Loathed me. Didn't believe me.  I didn't get it.  Until this year when an all out attack on my person ensued.  I'm terrified to post this. It wasn't a physical attack, but a cowardly mental and emotional attack...by so called Christians.  I guess I'm suddenly angry.   A new light bulb went on while posting elsewhere.  I thought I"d finally gotten to the core only to upset the apple cart again.  SCREAM...  How long, o God, how long?  Can anyone help?

  14. I emailed my daughter tonight.  I wrote a letter.  Simple.  With love from me.  A lost art.  I sat here contemplating an enemy and I further contemplated forgiveness.  It nearly washed over me but not completely.  It'll come though and I think it'll be soon.  Then I hope to see change in both me and them.  God bless! -POM

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