I have situations since April of last year when my mother threw me out of her house and divorced me and I became homeless one of them is that I have a DNR and this is very traumatic for me but upon waking up I believe it happened in another state but I think it happened just recently in New Orleans when I was a victim of violent crime. And then I woke up with restraints on my arms and a breathing tube down my throat and seem to be fighting for my life I cannot be sure because of all the traumatic brain injuries I’ve incurred but I know that they did put restraints on me at UMC and maybe it’s so it was safer and maybe it was safer to have a throat down my throat a tube down my throat I am disabled I am the many of the 50 million Americans on Medicaid Medicare that people pray upon and I don’t mean the good kind of prayer so I’m riding my word blog for anyone to see and for those that may not want to watch. I care for so many I’m an empath and it’s not an easy job in a world full of such atrocities I have felt this way since I was a child I can be no different than I am I was Born this Way. Life is different for me I used to be able to strip be strong and get along and be a truck driver and a mother f***** and now I’m a disabled artist and my art is called amuart. I’m going home to Gulfport after being gone for 24 years or more never quite sure I’ve been in 20 hospitals at least in the last year after not being in any hospitals I was born with JRA and an empath and a family with a lot of isms. I believe this country is full of psychopaths we created them we all seem to be them we listen to ourselves more than the greater good we listen to something that we can put in our pocket instead of helping others with pockets to receive a pocket and to have pockets on your beingness is a great gift. To be warm in a cold world to be cool in a hot time and to love and honor and have integrity is difficult at most because it’s a constantly changing. I want to share with the world but I don’t want to earn a living I want to live in a world where you don’t have to earn to be alive you don’t have to have a credit score to make sure you’re taking care of. My computer talks for me and writes for me and sometimes it doesn’t get it quite right. I have run on sentences but I always have. And I need an editor or someone that can offer a book for me I would like to tell my story
Shirley McLane I thank you for your stories and for the truth that happened to you they helped me in me becoming me like many authors Marianne Williamson Deepak Chopra and many others have taught me many lessons in my life I may not be following these lessons because of my handicaps now and having to do what I can to survive everyday with my disabilities. Thank you Stephen Hawkins for your voice and I’m sorry to Alexis and Alex they got mad at me on Amazon and I don’t believe in Amazon or Walmart they just don’t let your credit card go but Amazon kept me going at a time when I was on lockdown during the pandemic. During the pandemic I was taking care of an honoring my mother who said we would always have a home and she was able to pay off her home she got many new things she was an amazing woman I believed and still do I hope everyone prays for her. My brother who I loved so dearly seems to have changed his story and directly influenced my homelessness my oldest brother I love greatly for he taught me to tie my shoes he taught me to stay away when she was scary she taught me my first code of knocking on the walls that used to be so thin. I am trying to release the PTSD that I have from all the experiences that I’ve gone through and not to burden the people I love with them so self talk on this word blog is all I have I hope it helps others I hope to continue to do this without jetpack I just can’t install anymore apps that make me crazy and make my phone wacky simple is all I’m looking for so I’m going back to the beach which made me happy at a place that I thought I helped others the most. Namaste