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Showing posts with label producer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label producer. Show all posts
Monday, January 15, 2018

I am safer alone

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  She sits at the kitchen table listening to the water drip, drip, drip. Her memory goes back to a time in life when she remembers how vu...
Friday, February 17, 2017

February 2017 I was forced to go back on Drugs to live from the fear of my governments choice

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My doctor put me back on medication for anxiety and depression, #Potus has reminded me of the fears and helplessness I lived through while ...
Saturday, January 7, 2017

Wean me off these drugs

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Been a member of the Fibromyalgia English/Afrikaans quite some time and it helped me through some rough times. This past month I had...
Sunday, January 1, 2017

When your child dies, Oh how I miss her

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I guess this is how I have dealt with my daughter's death on her birthday and the day she left.  I do have sad times but mostly I can...
Thursday, December 15, 2016

Poor me day LOL

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She has been trying so hard and getting nowhere. Tired can't even begin to describe her life. Denise and her pets surviving the win...
Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Just to tired

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Haven't posted since the end of July 2016, just not enough energy to do the things I want to do. For those who don't know, I have ...
Thursday, April 21, 2016

Many shade's of abuse

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Abuse doesn't have a color, religion, gender, age, or financial amount of income. The little blond, blue eyed child is always happy i...
Tuesday, April 12, 2016

We need more awareness of child abuse

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Children have the smallest voices, some have no voice at all to protect themselves. Us survivors must make agencies that are supposed to b...
Monday, March 28, 2016

Road blocks, I see away, then another road block, Just call me lucky

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A year ago I was stressing over where I would live this year.  In August 2015, I found a house to rent in October, felt safe again. Worrie...
Sunday, August 17, 2014

One to many speed bumps

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Chapter One She sitting on a wooden chair in the bathroom of a shabby apartment. She had lost her house, she lost her job and now she ...