I will stress this enough.

stress
/stres/
noun
  1. 1. 
  2. pressure or tension exerted on a material object.
  3. “the distribution of stress is uniform across the bar”
  4. synonyms: pressure, tension, strain

    “the stress is uniform across the bar”

  5. 2. 
  6. a state of mental or emotional strain or tension resulting from adverse or very demanding circumstances.
The material object I stress and exert is my Mamas mind as I change everything she ever thought about Adoption affect on us both.
My mind and my words force her to focus and see. Her eyes have strained enough. And I am demanding our circumstances change.
So. I’m stressed as my mind pull her mind into balance but is a high calling that’s upon me. Thanks God my mind is strong. She’s seeing me like never before. And she’s seeing herself anew as I tear down all that’s held her in an altered course, back to her true north as my rightful Mother unit.
No need to raise me. Just a need to experiences me and the kind of love God sent me to give to her almost 56 years beyond my birth I deliver the news about the girl she gave birth to.
And she’s being born again. That’s a miracle in the making. Old ideas are melting from a red hot love that’s pouring over her soul and washing, burning those old neural pathways to connect her mind back to ground zero.
A fresh start to an old game folks.
That’s how ya heal it. I may faulted. Pulling a mind back into balance is hard work. But it worthy work and I’ll be damned if anyone’s gonna take me off track to save a damn face.
Not even my children have really realized what I do here is for them. For their heritage. To show them how to love without a condition to defy this love. I may get upset and vent that here, but only to show each one of you how to purge poison so that you can succeed at rejuvenating a toxic bond.
Listen when a Mama think her child is the problem? That’s the problem. And I am stress that point and driving the knife of truth home to pierce that wounded heart and allow the puss to ooze and heal. I dress each wound with my words of truth so cause them to scab and heal. This is a divine work I do. And I won’t let God down nor my Mama. Xoxo.
Let us now our heads and claim our birth right and go home. Amen.

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