When I googled trauma the definition was “a deeply distressing or disturbing experience. ” People that I personally know, as well as members of my own family that I don’t see often, have wondered what in tarnation (my perfect best frand uses that expression 🥰) has been happening to me all these months well before the infancy of this blog. They’ve suspected trauma. But they had no idea there’d been this much packed in to 35 years of life on planet Earth. That being said, surprise, frands and family. It’s been a rough road. But if there had not been those experiences I certainly wouldn’t have lived through what I have lived through. Those experiences made me a fierce survivor. Most importantly, that made me into the person that I truly believe God wants me to be; myself. You see, I’m one of those weird believers that knows that his hand has been in this from day one in 1985, and if it hadn’t I certainly wouldn’t have made it to my 35th birthday last Sunday. Or call facilities and ask for the ceo because he also gave me a very tolerance for all things nonsense. 🤷🏼♀️ 👀 I use to wonder when I could drive how I’d end up places or why good things would happen to me so unexpectedly. It was because even though places have never known for most of my adult life what to do with my brain, i.e. scan it before piling things on it, He has been right there directing my path to be to where it is today. There has indeed been a massive amount of trauma, but it has led me back to where I was given a life in 86 and access to healthcare.
There is much to do, but I was telling my mom this evening, that the idea that there are people here who will do what they can to pull out all the stops to help fix my entire body from head to toe is the largest blessing for me personally that I have ever experienced. It makes all the recent and past trauma a blessing too. 😳 Maybe that’s weird, but that’s faith for you, blog readers. Have the best night ever. ❤️💤