No Syrians in America equals no terrorist attacks.

Seriously? Do you really believe closing our borders to people in desperate need will stop terrorism in this country? I hate to be the bearer of bad news but by turning these people away you are in fact ENSURING more terrorist attacks.

Because a few men are rapists, does that mean we should ban ALL men? Because a few women are gold diggers, does that mean we should ban ALL women? Because a few dogs are aggressive, should we ban ALL dogs? Do you see where I’m going with this? Being Muslim doesn’t make you a terrorist any more than being a man makes you a rapist.

I have no doubt there will be more terrorist attacks on our soil, but not because we open our hearts and our borders. Precisely the opposite. We have become a hated nation. We are a nation filled with adults acting like two year olds. “I want what I want when I want it and everyone else be damned”. We are a nation of racists, bigots, narcissists and greedy fools. Things have become more important than human beings.

The terrorists who entered America in order to carry out the 9/11 attacks did not come in as a group of refugees seeking asylum. Are you really so simple minded? If the answer is yes, you are more foolish than I first believed.

Have you even thought about the fact that our very ancestors were the first terrorists to come to this country? Just look at what they did to the American Indians. Can you really blame them from scalping the terrorists who were raping their women, stealing THEIR land and wiping out their tribes? The way I see it, our ancestors got what they deserved.

What about the terrorism perpetrated on the Africans? Kidnapped from their own birth places, separated from family, beaten mercilessly and forced to due hard labor so our ancestors could be rich AND lazy. Selling a human life is SO barbaric. To this day, they are still being abused and repressed.

Yet you have the gall to turn away an entire group of people seeking a better life for themselves and their children because they have the audacity to follow a different religion. Oh yeah, they MUST all be terrorists since they are not Christians.  They are seeking refuge from the same evil force you yourself are so afraid of. Please tell me, what right do the descendants of terrorists have to turn away a peaceful group of people who are in desperate need of our help, based on their religion?

Governor Deal, you disgust me. You are the epitome of all that is wrong with this country. You too, Donald Frump. May God have mercy on your souls!

Dear Syrian refugees,

Please forgive my government for they know not how ignorant they are. Just as being a Muslim does not mean you must be a terrorist, being American does not mean I must be an ignorant, racist, moronic bigot. There are many Americans who would welcome you with open arms. I am so sorry for the decisions of the self-righteous politicians in this country.

Crying can feel like dying – one drop at a time.

Parental Alienation

This is a message the must be read, heard and understood by all divorcing/divorced parents. PLEASE DO NOT TRAUMATIZE YOUR CHILDREN IN ORDER TO EXACT REVENGE ON YOUR SPOUSE.

Breaking Sarah - Bruised, Not Broken

I am so very mad right now. I don’t watch Dr. Phil’s TV show but it happened to be the channel it was on when I turned the TV on. The subject matter immediately caught my attention: a mother has been telling her daughter for 16 years that her father molested her when she was a toddler.

The father denies it. The police found no evidence of abuse. Schools and peers believe the abuse didn’t happen and that the mother, instead, was making things up or making huge exaggerations. Okay – it had my attention! The father took a polygraph, administered by a well-known ex-FBI agent considered the best at giving and interpreting polygraphs, and he passed with flying colors. It brought the father to tears of relief. When Dr. Phil asked if he was glad the public finally knows the truth, the father said that he didn’t care about that, he…

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I AM NOT ASHAMED OF MY BIPOLAR DISORDER!

I could relate to everything Tessa has to say here. I have been bi-polar my whole life. Too many are suffering in silence which I why I feel this story needs to be seen. Thank you for sharing with us, Tessa.

Tessa Can Do It! Positivity is Catching!

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For the record, I am not ashamed of my Bipolar Disorder or my other mental health conditions or the physical disorders that have disabled me. I am thankful that I can still walk a little. I am not ready for a wheel chair. As long as I can hobble along I will do that.

For the first half of my  life I  had no idea what was wrong. Now I know and it doesn’t shame me. I am still a human being that just has a disease like any other. There are doctors to treat this disease and therapy to help us through it. We just need to clear up the stigma and shame put on us by others, whether well meaning or not.

I won’t say it hasn’t affected my life because it has. I have had some bad experiences because of it. I have trouble with medications and…

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Major Fail!

I can’t begin to thank all of you for the likes and the follows! I am humbled and grateful. You guys are so amazing!

I want to apologize for not having responded to each and every one of you personally. I do not have internet at home right now. I use my cellphone for everything. Well, the old cellphone bit the dust two days ago. I will be ordering one in the morning and I’m having it overnighted. As soon as it gets here I will get it activated and return to immerse myself in your life stories, poetry and beautiful photography! After far too many years I have found my voice and I long to hear yours.

Thank you all again for the love. I can’t wait to return. My son’s phone will not allow me to reply directly to comments so I apologize. Probably because it’s a Windows phone.

Hugs to everyone and thank you for your patience!

A life not worth living.

Three months ago I had to be placed on life support. I had gotten pneumonia and my body was shutting down, rapidly. The doctor informed me the only way to save my life was to put  me on a ventilator. Darkness set in. There were no angels. No bright light trying to lure me away. I remember nothing. Did you know that every day you remain on a ventilator, your chances of coming off of it alive decrease? Up until the eighth day my body fought their efforts to wean me off. Perhaps somewhere in the recesses of my mind I knew this. Ten years of unbearable physical pain and ten years of “him”  breaking my spirit were enough to make me not want to come back.

On the eighth day, my body was able to sustain without the breathing tube. I was angry. I was sad. I wanted to lash out at God for ignoring my desire for it to end. I felt betrayed. Why would he send me back for more? So many days I had prayed for Him to take me home. Home, where the would be no more pain. No more breaking my spirit. I guess He wasn’t finished with me. There must be unfinished business.

There is. I suppose He waned me to fight to get my spirit back. Of all the places I would find the courage to fight, I am finding it here with total strangers. Because of your support, I had enough courage to tell tonight that I would no longer allow him to break what was not his to break. I told him if things did not change soon he would be packing his bags. He is even ugly to my mom. She has been through enough abuse in her life. He has abused her for the last time unless he wants to pack his stuff. This is my house. He has no claim to it. My dad bought it
for me since I am disabled and can not work. He didn’t want to leave this world unless I had my own place, fully paid for. One that no one could force me out of. I am very blessed to have a dad that do that for me.

There are no words to adequately express the gratitude I have for the encouragement that total strangers have given me. You have also helped me find the courage to stand up for myself. I can not thank you all enough. The fire in me has returned. I can not wait to explore your blogs and get to know you guys.
Thank you for the love.

Joyfully,

Leah

Crying can feel like dying – one drop at a time.

Blown Away!

I am blown away by the love and encouragement I have received here. You guys are amazing! I was so afraid to put my thoughts and feelings on this blank canvas and share them with strangers. I fought with myself, feeling no one would care about what I had to say. This internal struggle has gone on for two years.

My husband is a truck driver. He isn’t home very much. When he got home yesterday he made it very clear that I was to spend time with him, watching TV of all things! That is all he ever wants to do. I hate TV. How is that spending time together? I am able to post this because he has run down to the corner store. There is a desperation inside of me to write and to read all of your posts. I have been locked away in this situation for ten years. The noose is getting tighter by the day. I can’t breathe anymore. I have to find a way out. The support I have found here over the last two weeks has breathed new life and fire into me.

I am so sorry I have not been able to respond to all of you amazing people. He will leave out again tomorrow night. I will be back the minute he leaves. I long to be a part of a world outside of this prison. I can not thank you all enough for the love I have received here. Mere words are not enough. Please know that my gratitude runs deep. My soul is on fire, in a good way! I hear the truck. I will be back tomorrow night.

Thank you from the depths of my soul!

Leah

Crying can feel like dying – one drop at a time.