This is me... both the face that everyone sees... and the darkness I have to overcome... every day... on my own.
Since my husband of 32 years died in October of 2015, I found I can do things. I also started writing things down.
Memories and things that happened on a daily basis.
People have told me I should "write a book". So I did. I am not a professional author or even a professional writer, but I do love the fact that I can write things down and not be shushed or told to "shut up".
As I started putting my thoughts into my diary, I found... there is a book there.
There are other stories as well but I haven't been able to get them in a form yet...
I also found, I have a brain and I can do things that I never knew I could. I was never able or allowed to go to college or anything. I couldn't afford it. I am just a high school graduate that barely made it through school. I was mostly bored in class and found the clouds moving across the sky out the window was more interesting than the teachers' lectures. But when I worked in the school system as a Paraprofessional in Special Education and Behavior Disorder classes in High School and Middle School, I learned along with my students and understood them as they found I was pretty easy to talk to... I would listen to them without judging them or labeling them.
I found subjects that grabbed my interest and held it. As I studied every part of these particular subjects, I learned what I needed, and as an Autodidact, I learned a lot of my education on my own.
I have been through and seen a lot of craziness in my years and couldn't understand why these things were happening to me and always looked for some way to find answers... then I met "them"... and I am still here to talk about it.
People even think I, myself, am "crazy". Maybe I am, or maybe... just woken up... 11:11.