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Here’s what I know — I’m reminded of how I’m the cause of pain for my mother, my son, my daughter, and I’m sure endless people who will not tell me to my face, or otherwise. But they’ll tell others. Oh yes. They’ll tell the psychiatrists, and the friends, the friends-of-friends, the strangers they bump into, the neighbors, and the collegues. All explaining how I’m the cause of everyone’s woes.
What happens when I go away?
Someone else will invariably take my place and be the cause of said woes.
I place Love over money. I place Love over pain. I place Love over progress.
I observe.
This is what I love to do. This is what gives me fulfillment. I write. I draw.
There were women in the early 20th century who would claim insanity in order to be free from the bondage of those who wished to control them.
I understand where they are coming from. Strange as that may sound. I feel it.
I’m not a victim. No. Even if it sounds that way. I just wish to have a roof over my head without bei…