after 38 years I am among the living, like Lazarus pulled back from the Dead, like Job about to be restored to new life after such suffering.
people didn’t know me any more.
There was a hobo I ran into in the middle of the night at the gates of a horrible apartment in Clearwater around 2020 who was so frightening. I rolled up my windows and pulled ahead of him quickly. I have wondered recently if that’s what I’m like now. Also, a man at a partial hospital program who slept off an overdose without going to an ER and woke up 2 days later. It was scary. I never knew what happened to him.
I can only pray for the help of ALIENS. That is my takeaway from the stress and struggles of the past few years of my life.
Also the help if Ian. To be able to help him even as he also helps me even as Jesus is able to help both of us move off of so many painful and difficult situations in our lives. To able to separate as individuals, no longer hands on mother and son, always mother and son but it’s finally going to be different for him now as I know he desires as he begins to move into maturity.
what a blessing it has been to have such a lovely son. Within all these frightening years.
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