I felt stuck on one all my life. But the question is, WHICH ONE? So many bad places. And it was all about, which psychiatrist(s) to sue?
I was like that RIGHT AFTER Hopkins. When we were living in Maryland near DC.
After the Hopkins or as part of the Hopkins debacle.
I am beginning to get over it. Emotionally. Mentally.
THROUGH MY OWN WORK.
I HAD TO INVENT A BRAND NEW, THRILLING, PSYCHOTHERAPEUTICAL TECHNIQUE TO SAVE MYSELF. AND MY SON. FOR MY SON. Because for me, that is what it is all about.
(Retroactively interpolating a better past, proactively proliferating a better future. It’s tricky and takes a while but IT WORKED. The first half. Now, we’re on speaking terms. By which I mean, we have terms of speech which we mutually understand. We never bonded!!! My mother always had him. She had him convinced that she was the real mother and I was just an annoying intrusion. (or did she just do that to me in my mind. The rest is going to be a thriller. Because she is still living when she was supposedly dead over 3 years ago. And so is my brother. Still living. When he supposedly died in 2018. I do not have proof positive of this I just know. It has been very upsetting to me.
Then I saw the ALIEN and I just realize that it cleared the deck from all that.
Glory Hallelujah!
May I remind my reader that God is over aliens as well as people? We are humble on that scale but, however huge or brilliant an alien he is still under God. God SENT that alien for me because of how much time terror and trouble and PAIN I had experienced in my life. TAnd, I am seeing, he came first for my son–he lived here way before I did. Then for the cats, who were abandoned and alone, fed twice a day and just left here.
But then I came and they were frantic. I am not the best caregiver but I trusted myself here because they are my son’s cats and I just knew that I could care for them because I cared for him.
I want to go back! I want to talk to that alien more! NOT to the psych ward. Maybe somewhere safe and quiet like the apartment I’ve been thinking of where my cats would be welcome, they were with me that night here. where I could go in my mind to that place in the woods where I was lost, but found… and my son would be welcome too at any time he wanted to be there.
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So who wants the tablet with all the alien drawings and emails from the last two years as negotiable.
Any interest?
Contact me at my email lmurphymack5@gmail.com
Un.Bon.Mot 