Disillusionment…

The Story of My Life…

Bring a tissue box if you’re the sensible sensitive types…

And if you’re part alien 👽 please understand that you might not understand this at all but it’s a fun way to share my horror stories…

1969

Born a poor white child lol nod to Steve Martin lol

It started in the womb the chaos with the woman who bore me…

Me little Michelle stressed in the womb flying back and forth to Japan 🇯🇵 and a birth dad who had a claim to fame hidden from me for 55 years until 2024…

There’s more much more!

And I truly have no answers

But I’m curious what it all means and beg you to extrapolate your own lives

Your own experiences

They are all valid even if you don’t agree

Disagreement is a sign of healthy relationship

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My childhood was stolen but ages 6 months to age 5 the year I started school was bliss pure bliss…

If I could go back to ages 3-5 I would sitting high up in the air on my dad’s shoulders!

Not a worry in the world except if I was hot or cold!

I’ve kind of regressed tbh

In a reversal of soul what have you…

I am like a babe

I know nothing except all I have known for 55 years has come to a halt with forced isolation from God which I honor and respect…

Thanks God!

I have a love hate relationship with God…

It’s kind of our thing…

Fantastic highs and below sea level failures on both sides..

I see both sides now of most things…

Am I a clog in the wheel me thinks or part of a great cosmic plan perhaps?

Anyway

School was a harsh reality to the cruelty of life!

I woke up that day God made me late to school and in a furious Shawshank Redemption moment put my little fist up in the air to God my first recognition of a Higher Power interference…

God was jealous because I had a new nice teacher who let me play dress up in the coolest classroom dedicated one half to dress up…

I was hooked..

I am an actress really nothing more…

Yes I write but I hate my writing tbh

Yes I sing but I hate my voice and much prefer Sia singing over my own voice…

Yes I’m an excellent cook but no one to cook for lol

I hate doing dishes anyway…

School wrought havoc to my beautiful psyche

The teacher was the best

Mrs. Latimer

Love to you!

But the kids got jealous right away which seems to be my trending theme…

Verbal insults of veracity but now in hindsight 20/20?I see they were trying to destroy my position I guess of being favored which I have never asked for…

Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can never hurt me

I was taught this but I beg to differ because words or lack of them in a moment of despair can make or break your spirit so I was crushed that day the girls started in making fun of me

CRUEL

Jealous of what?

I just am a joyful person and others who are not my associations anymore can’t stand happiness

wtf?

So moving on to my point!

Oh yes let me tie this up neatly with a bow 🙇‍♀️

Trauma

We all have some…

Healing yeah I’m perpetually healing like everyone

But I have one dream

Just one

That all this trauma will amount to~

Something Beautiful

I’m in it for the long hall

Even though I’m a terrible mom according to some…

I’m a non grandma atm 😢

Love you Sofi ❤️❤️

And I just lost my guy

Crying 😭

Hot sakty tears

An irreconcilable situation

He hit my bloodlines

This means there is no going back EM

To the way we were..

My only hope

Ziggy stardust just died a second time!

Blessings if you care

Sorry if i made you shed a tear…

No answers here!

Blessings

Michelle Mariscal