I never knew I had the strength within to combat fear when so many things in my life were out of control, but in the last two weeks I have discovered, the me, I need to succeed. I realize my children are adults and their choices are theirs' to make. I do not have to fall apart when something is desperately tragic in their lives. It does not mean, I am not sympathetic to their situations, but it means I need to function despite the difficulties they are facing.
Medication is paramount in combating mental illness. I used to have a spouse, who thought everything could be solved with vitamins. Unfortunately, this is not so. Mental illness involves a chemical imbalance of the brain. Often there is an over production in dopamine.
I look forward to the advancements in the human genome project, as I am certain, one day, solutions will be found to modify the gene(s) responsible for mental illness that has loomed over my family for generations.
I am the product of a generation that believed in life upon conception, yes, Catholic. I personally do not practice the Catholic Faith, but I do appreciate what the Daughters of Charity provided for me when my parents were unable to. I had a roof over my head and food in my belly. Some nights it would be cold and lonely, but I was cared for, and it was far better than living in the streets, which would have been my lot in earlier times.
At times, I must confess, I had thought it would have been better not to have been born. Now, however, I embrace who I am. I have a college education because so many people believed in me. I have avenues arising as I write this blog.
I have met individuals, who change the course of our existence though they probably do not remember me. I have the opportunity to meet sport professionals and singers. I appreciate artists on whole different level because I am one.
I have also learned to respect my God given talent for the written word and to do my best to exemplify not only my thoughts, but thoughts of others. There was a time, no doubt that my faith was in question, however, those times have caused me to have a greater faith than ever. I now say my God has no face or religion, but the moral and ethical principles I try to live by are the doctrine that dictate my actions on a daily basis. I am loyal to the cause of Peace. I am a believer in children's rights, however, I will never dictate to another woman whether she should carry an unborn child.
I abhor the atrocities that are occurring with ISIS, but Muslims are not to blame for the actions of few who are not practicing the true Islamic faith. I have attained the age of freedom of thought and for that I am grateful. My hair is grey though colored, my hands are showing age, but my mind is clear of negative thinking, which the Catholic Church unwittingly bestowed upon me. I felt liked I sinned when I came into the world as it was taught on a regular basis. Good Heavens, a babe is not a sinner.
I take responsibility for my actions today, and I live with my choices and consequences. I understand finally who I am and what I am about. I love my country, though not everything my country has done. We are a nation of evolving people, who are learning the importance of recognizing the differences within our land. Hopefully, as time progresses and continued changes come about like taking down the Confederate flag and placing it in a museum, healing will occur. Now, I must confess if the flag were given a burial, I would actually be happier. They could give the flag a 21 gun salute, and I would not have to see again. Well, at least it is down for now.
My family is that of orphans. We are all one, but of different nationalities. I have blood sisters. Their experience is my own. Their wounds, mine and their challenges I know as my own. We are slowly finding one another again thanks to technology, but my home---the one I knew for years, St. Vincent and Sarah Fisher Home, stands as a shell of itself on a parcel of land in Farmington Hills, Michigan.
Jobs remain difficult to find here in Michigan, and the homeless are plentiful, but no one wants to discuss that. Far better, to highlight the travel, indeed we are a beautiful travel destination state, but we must find a new industry. I am blessed to have a home, but hopefully this writer will start seeing the fruits of my labour, for it certainly hasn't been for a lack of trying. I certainly am like many who do not want to be on the welfare roll.
I look forward to my continued endeavors and the prospects for a brighter future,and to you my fellow bloggers, may inspiration serve you well as you pen your own words for the world that we writers read.
Medication is paramount in combating mental illness. I used to have a spouse, who thought everything could be solved with vitamins. Unfortunately, this is not so. Mental illness involves a chemical imbalance of the brain. Often there is an over production in dopamine.
I look forward to the advancements in the human genome project, as I am certain, one day, solutions will be found to modify the gene(s) responsible for mental illness that has loomed over my family for generations.
I am the product of a generation that believed in life upon conception, yes, Catholic. I personally do not practice the Catholic Faith, but I do appreciate what the Daughters of Charity provided for me when my parents were unable to. I had a roof over my head and food in my belly. Some nights it would be cold and lonely, but I was cared for, and it was far better than living in the streets, which would have been my lot in earlier times.
At times, I must confess, I had thought it would have been better not to have been born. Now, however, I embrace who I am. I have a college education because so many people believed in me. I have avenues arising as I write this blog.
I have met individuals, who change the course of our existence though they probably do not remember me. I have the opportunity to meet sport professionals and singers. I appreciate artists on whole different level because I am one.
I have also learned to respect my God given talent for the written word and to do my best to exemplify not only my thoughts, but thoughts of others. There was a time, no doubt that my faith was in question, however, those times have caused me to have a greater faith than ever. I now say my God has no face or religion, but the moral and ethical principles I try to live by are the doctrine that dictate my actions on a daily basis. I am loyal to the cause of Peace. I am a believer in children's rights, however, I will never dictate to another woman whether she should carry an unborn child.
I abhor the atrocities that are occurring with ISIS, but Muslims are not to blame for the actions of few who are not practicing the true Islamic faith. I have attained the age of freedom of thought and for that I am grateful. My hair is grey though colored, my hands are showing age, but my mind is clear of negative thinking, which the Catholic Church unwittingly bestowed upon me. I felt liked I sinned when I came into the world as it was taught on a regular basis. Good Heavens, a babe is not a sinner.
I take responsibility for my actions today, and I live with my choices and consequences. I understand finally who I am and what I am about. I love my country, though not everything my country has done. We are a nation of evolving people, who are learning the importance of recognizing the differences within our land. Hopefully, as time progresses and continued changes come about like taking down the Confederate flag and placing it in a museum, healing will occur. Now, I must confess if the flag were given a burial, I would actually be happier. They could give the flag a 21 gun salute, and I would not have to see again. Well, at least it is down for now.
My family is that of orphans. We are all one, but of different nationalities. I have blood sisters. Their experience is my own. Their wounds, mine and their challenges I know as my own. We are slowly finding one another again thanks to technology, but my home---the one I knew for years, St. Vincent and Sarah Fisher Home, stands as a shell of itself on a parcel of land in Farmington Hills, Michigan.
Jobs remain difficult to find here in Michigan, and the homeless are plentiful, but no one wants to discuss that. Far better, to highlight the travel, indeed we are a beautiful travel destination state, but we must find a new industry. I am blessed to have a home, but hopefully this writer will start seeing the fruits of my labour, for it certainly hasn't been for a lack of trying. I certainly am like many who do not want to be on the welfare roll.
I look forward to my continued endeavors and the prospects for a brighter future,and to you my fellow bloggers, may inspiration serve you well as you pen your own words for the world that we writers read.
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