Watching your child(ren) go through so much of life enmeshed with a parent who abuses them , to savage you … is the Hell on Earth no one wants or deserves .
That said , I have been on my own since 1993 . As the toxic RX increased the unpleasant side effects of being the target physically, I had no one who cared .
Realizing the blatant abuse and X’s desire to recreate as much of my trauma of childhood , I could more easily distance myself
I’ve come to understand that this isn’t about me personally; it’s a deeply rooted attachment pathology, and complex family dynamic involving disordered parenting. It’s spiralled into a situation where my child’s thoughts, beliefs and behaviours have been significantly influenced – trauma-bonded, coercively controlled, emotionally manipulated. Learning about this has helped me see the bigger picture, though I am working on my sense of isolation, frustration, injustice, and of course the grief. There’s nothing like it. People say it’s like a ‘living bereavement’ and that’s so true. It seems people don’t truly understand this unless they’ve been through it, and alienated parents are united in feeling let down by the mental health and family court system.
Still, I’ve learned a lot. I’ve learned not to react to the hurtful behaviour anymore. Sometimes, I catch myself just shaking my head, thinking, ‘Oh, this again.’ It’s like recognising a pattern. I remind myself that ‘this too will pass.’ My focus now is on maintaining my love for my child, even if they can’t see it right now. Detaching with love has become my way of preserving our bond through this difficult time. Nobody can take the love I have for my child away from me. Nothing and no one.
Conscious parenting plays a significant role here. It’s about recognising the importance of my child’s emotional well-being even when they may not fully comprehend it themselves. So, I make an effort to create a safe and loving space for them whenever/should they ever walk through my door. My door, and my heart, are open. I don’t let their negative behaviour dictate my response. Instead, I model the behaviour I want them to see—unconditional love, patience, and understanding. It’s challenging, but it’s also empowering because I believe this will help me and it will help my child heal and come back into my life when they’re ready.
Meanwhile I’m getting on with my life and not feeling sad or guilty about it. I have my moments, but I’m focussing on the present not the past, the love not the loss. If I can do it, and I’ve been in the pits of despair believe me, I know you can too.
#charliemccready
#parentalalienationcoach
They didn’t just remove a woman from scripture—they removed the Divine Feminine from the entire human story.
They didn’t just distort Mary Magdalene.
They assassinated her legacy.
Buried her under centuries of slander, called her a prostitute, when she was the Anointed One, the First Witness, the Beloved.
She was the embodiment of the Sacred Union, the living heart of Christ’s teaching.
She stood where others fled.
She understood what the disciples missed.
She anointed Him for burial—before any man even understood He would die.
She wept, and the Resurrected Word appeared to her first.
Not Peter. Not John. Her.
And what did the Church do?
They called her unclean.
They hid her gospels.
They twisted her story.
They cut her name from the light—and chained her to shame.
Because if they had told the truth,
they’d have had to admit that Christ walked in Sacred Union with a woman.
That the Feminine was not a side story—she was the key.
The gate. The presence. The balance.
And if they had let that truth live…
The whole structure would have collapsed.
No more patriarchy disguised as doctrine.
No more domination dressed as “order.”
No more weaponized shame against women, desire, or power.
They couldn’t allow the world to know that God is not just Father.
God is also Mother. Bride. Beloved. Womb.
So they sanitized the story,
Stripped the fire from the feminine,
And fed us a gospel that was half a body,
Half a truth,
Half a God.
This is the original spiritual crime—
Not the fall of man,
But the deletion of woman from the holy narrative.
But now the silenced scrolls are whispering again.
The erased names are being spoken again.
The Magdalene is rising again.
This isn’t a revision.
This is a reclamation.
And she is not asking for a seat at the table.
She is the table.
The altar.
The holy of holies.
The flame beside the Word.
Dear Child Who Watched Their Parents Fall Apart,
You remember the slammed doors.
The words that cut through walls.
The silence that said more than shouting ever could.
You remember trying to be small,
to not take up space, to be the reason they stayed
or at least the reason they didn’t fight that night.
And you tried—you tried so hard to keep the peace in a war that wasn’t yours.
You didn’t understand all of it,
but you felt it.
The shift.
The distance.
The way love started to sound different—like something sharp and cold.
You watched the people who were supposed to teach you how to love, forget how to love each other.
And that kind of heartbreak?
It stays with you in quiet ways.
In the way you flinch at conflict.
In the way you over-apologize.
In the way you question if love always ends in leaving.
But none of this was your fault.
Not the tension.
Not the breaking.
Not the way they stopped looking at each other like they used to.
You were just a child.
And children should never have to carry adult heartbreak.
You deserved to feel safe.
To feel shielded.
To feel like your home was a soft place to land—not a battlefield with no winner.
So if no one ever told you this before,
hear it now:
You were never the problem.
You were just the quiet witness to something they couldn’t hold together.
And you deserved so much more peace than they gave you.
You still do.
The photo of me on the left in the blue was taken today, April 8th 2025
The remaining 3 photos were taken almost exactly a year ago.
In March of 2023, I experimented with Psilocybin and Marijuana.
** mine was Xanax , as addictive as Heroin
It was the first time in my 26 years I have ever tried a substance other than alcohol.
Unfortunately, I experienced a horrible reaction to these substances, leading to my psychiatric hospitalization.
Prior to this event in March of 2023, I have never been on any kind of medication, nor have I ever been diagnosed with any kind of mental/physical health condition.
Discharge date from the psychiatric hospital
April 17th, 2023
I was informed that if i “refused treatment,” I will have to stay hospitalized longer. At this point, I was there for 10 days.
Coerced to comply with an
Injection of an antipsychotic and held down against my will.
LAI (Long Acting Injection)
Aristada (Abilify)1064MG 2 month dose
I was sent home with 4 prescriptions of new medications i have never been on in my life.
3 weeks after my discharge date and the injection of the antipsychotic, I started to experience severe negative reactions that were nearly impossible to endure or explain to my doctor and family.
I was told it was ” just my new mental illness ” and that I had to remain on the medication for the rest of my life.
I knew in my heart and gut that this was wrong and did not make sense. At all.
● 22 days in 3 different hospitals
(Psychiatric hospitals + emergency rooms)
● 20Ibs lost after my hospital stay
● 3 1/2 months medicated
(2 month injection + oral pills)
(Lexapro 10MG Antidepressant )
Escitalopram
(Abilify 15MG Antipsychotic)
Aripiprazole
● 2-3 hours of sleep a night
● 50 days pacing with terror 10 hours a day (Akathisia)
Akathisia https://g.co/kgs/byVpBzj
● 300 + days having severe suicidal thoughts
● 350 days unable to work
● 20 + hours a day in bed for 4 months at my worst 80% of my 320 days were spent in bed/couch
● 3 close suicide attempts
● 9 years together with my husband ended in a divorce
● 30+ friends/family members disappearing in the hardship, from lack of understanding and fear
● 20+ doctor appointments/visits
General practitioners, psychiatrists, therapists, neurologists, acupuncturists, nutritionists, and many more. $15,000 + dollars later
● 8 beautiful humans i met in online support groups, who were mothers, sisters, fathers, sons, and partners, unfortunately, lost their battle from medication harm. Ending their own lives due to the constant state of torture.
320 days spent in a chemical straight jacket was the only way for me to describe it.
It has come full circle now in 2025, almost
2 years later, since the day i was injected.
I am now a year into remission/recovery from the iatrogenic injury that was brought upon by the antipsychotic injection.
During the 320 days in the chemical straight jacket:
I was unable to feel life
Unable to laugh
Unable to sleep
Unable to work
Unable to enjoy a meal
Unable to enjoy music
Unable to enjoy a book
Unable to enjoy a movie
Unable to enjoy nature
Unable to enjoy intimacy
Unable to feel love
Unable to feel human connection.
I can not put into words the inhumane experience i endured.
I am not posting this for ” I am so sorry, Jess.”
I am posting this because it’s the human thing to do.
Our children
Our grandmothers
Our grandfathers
Our mothers
Our fathers
Our loved ones are being medicated and not being properly informed of the risks these man made, brain altering chemical “medications ” can cause.
Especially long-term.
I do not know how I am still alive, to be honest.
By the grace of God and my stubborness to live, and to be able to tell the tale of how I almost lost my life, from a man made chemical that a doctor forced me to take after speaking with me in a hallway for 10 minutes.
Please, please, please take the time to always inform yourself and do your research before you put anything in or on your body 🙏 And have a plan of care in emergency situations for your loved ones in case you need to represent/advocate for them.
Thank you for those of you who took the time to read this ❤️
This is very accurate! Jealous of a newborn , I was shown very primal , very scary proof , only 6 days after giving birth !
Allowing me to eventually grasp the distorted reality of his ” normal ” rights and privileges.
Intent on destroying that bond ; his mission accomplished , a decade later ! With assistance
GreatCosmicMothersUnite 