She had always been kind to everyone around her – even to those deserving of spite and ire.
But as the years grew and he projected fear upon her, spikes protruded from her spine and soft skin became muscled sinew.
She had always been kind to everyone around her – even to those deserving of spite and ire.
But as the years grew and he projected fear upon her, spikes protruded from her spine and soft skin became muscled sinew.

Extremely disturbing or distressing; grievous: a harrowing experience.
Synonyms: heartbreaking, agonizing, painful.
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Many supports designed to help society have major flaws which either purposefully or inadvertently denigrate.
Defending where I must; advancing where and when I can.
Regardless of the fact that I have brain trauma, people keep trying to run me in circles – so I’ve begun pushing back and letting them see the brain trauma.

Age is a series of smackdowns wearying upon one’s soul, attempting to take its toll, despite the spirit’s exuberance.
The corrupt seek to subjugate, mistreating and misusing what has been given for all of us to share collaboratively.
The only way out is up.
The only way up is through.
Seeing them on the street, browbeaten women hunkered within awning nooks along downtown sidewalks, it frightens me to keep experiencing effects from the shove that insurance coverage severing my wage loss benefits has pressed upon me, when I have still been unable to work for income.
Feeling the brain injury getting worse before it (hopefully) gets better.
She could not rest until after the stars shifted past midnight, for any earler seemed tantamount to a white flag of surrender.

Sse the tree’s slanted, shy eyes as it hides its face behind fronds?
Externally presents;
Inside, unsettled.
And we
And she
And us
And I
Adverb. rough·shod. ˈrəf-ˈshäd. : with no consideration for the wishes or feelings of others.

I had my first invite to a movie in progress and might be getting to help with post sound production!

When hind brain is compressed, I become reactive.



I think this is my being’s need to isolate and contract around while expelling absorbed negative energy for deep purging – much like an exorcism.
What comes out of the mouth in private self-defense, rallying under pressure of having been recently assaulted, seems to revert to lowest common denominator – resulting in Tasmanian Devil cussing and wild gesticulation expressioning.
My retention of knowledge is based upon imagery and perceptual relationships.
I’ve been working on conveying my experiences through writing, but transferring directly from processing to speech seems inhibited.
Does this mean that I am by programmed default “nonverbal?”
Is this from head injuries, abuse trauma, and/or having to chameleonize for survival?
The anxiety experienced before and after externally expressing myself certainly seems to ward off attempts to overcome.
Innocence tends to easily trend, whereas the jaded must have proven why to re-extend.

By the powers invested and
Granted to every one of us
Daring enough to challenge
Coursing tides of oblivion,
May we each find our soul’s
Match to restore kingdoms.
It seems that much of society still behaves as if we are all still in elementary school.
Do you observe this, too?
The pain has returned, again.
It is so bad that I do not know how I keep from yelling.
Ups, downs – then turn arounds…
I have been graced with opportunity to again tutor women teachers-in-training.