Blogging along

Healing one blog post at a time.

Medication. Nature’s weed that unlocks the mind.

Releasing trapped emotions. Safely. I am safe. Typing my pains away. Allowing my inner child to release her grips and complains and sprinkle some good old recommendations all over it. Tagged and bagged. Case closed.

Adoption-quarantined for unethical practices that put the mother and child in an altered state that goes against the natural flow and design? Kind of like Eating GMOs. The research is out. It’s over Adoption. I’m Breaking up with you. You are the epitome and perfect representation of an abusive relationship.

Quarantined- found to be in direct violation of the human rights of the child. What. Do we need the courts for? Do they not propose to support even Adoptees who have been bound to them? Is not the government and the church our bastard fathers now? Tell me?

I. Will not be counted as one of your whores anymore. You are the bastard. And the father of lies. I rebuke you publicly, for my family in Jesus holy name. You. Have cursed yourself and are doomed.

Silliest idea I’ve ever lived! Mercy!

Mama! Call me a cab. Or a moving truck. We need to drink some coffee and eat pancakes. Surely I’ve earned that? Oh the view from the back windows there. And the land and the stars at night. I wanna lay outside with Vicki and do what we didn’t get to growing up. I love her so much. She’s my Big Sissy.

What’s a girl got to do to get a ride around here and some coffee and Mamas sour dough pancakes?

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