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Mental Health in America

Everyday, there is something new that is shocking. traumatic. Mental Health in America is in shocking turmoil as of date...does anyone really understand mental illness? Can someone have an opinion if they have never experienced a mutual trauma? Though every Human, is different, according to DNA. It’s disturbing when I witness our “system” shelling out “boochoo $$” on unnecessary area’s of supposed function. Do you think about Su***de? Have you ever? yes/no why/why not? Conclusions? Do you think about Death? yes/no why/why not? Does it fear you? or is it an “unnecessary thought” ? Do you have access to health care? Do you or have you ever seen a “therapist/shrink”? What medications were you put on ? How did they come to your diagnosis? Did you believe them and accept their diagnosis? Were they right? How do you feel now? ADDICTS: HMMM we may ALL be addicts of some kind. This will be a special detailed topic. Real S**t. That’s all for today..more to come...

1/17/2019~My journey through this world began with complexity, secrets and lies. Currently there are no answers, but continuous thoughts of how I came to be and why. Pieces of the puzzle will be brought to light..in a legacy left for my children..

When I think back about my childhood...it's not that I had a bad childhood.. it just wasn't normal..I was given more than most..(overcompensating for what i couldn't have) I think I was a pretty good kid until something happened...until I started noticing things, actions..was there something wrong with me at 8 years old? 10? 13-14? when did the "change" happen and why....Why was it easier to "shrug my shoulders" than to answer with a word. Mrs. Johnson, use to say to me "Joanie, stop shrugging your shoulders" (she was Fork Lane's helper who watched us kids at lunchtime in the playground-she was also my best friends mom) > I remember running down the street after my mom in her car with my brothers and sisters, trying to catch up with them, they wouldn't or couldn't take me with them..they were "going home" ..but I wanted them to stay..I wanted to go with them but couldn't..

My question for you is would you like to hear my story? Would you like to travel down and around memory lane..good and bad will be revealed..Some names will be changed to avoid anyone’s trigger..It will be a delight unraveling the the lost and insane memories from yesterday..Process and move forward..Understanding....