If one day I don’t remember, do not feel helpless, my love. You will have much work to do. You must remember me enough for both of us….
Write me down.
Put the things that make me ‘me’, in a beautiful box, with my treasured photos and my joyous memories. Build my essence whole again with pictures, words, music, recipes. The things which sparked my spirit.
If one day I begin to fade, my love, do not feel hopeless. Put yourself straight to this task.
I was very much here, so very much alive, you know that better than anyone. You know me enough for the world, so tell the world who I am.
Because if I have forgotten me, it is vital that you don’t.
Remember me, my love, remember all of me, enough for two… And then I won’t be gone.
I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse.
As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my
desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven.
I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are
denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child.
I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power..
I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination..
Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative".
It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..
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