Journal Entry for November 27, 2007
Hey, everyone! I'm writing this entry this morning to explain why I will not be returning to Daily Strength. A friend of mine that I met on this …
is feeling Excellent
I was in foster care until I was eight years old and was taken to Virginia from Florida to be adopted. I am married and have one son in college. I love to write and redo antiques. I pretty much stay depressed all day, every day. My mom was diagnosed with lymphoma and our son moved out of our home. I lost my entire book that I had written when my laptop crashed and it cannot be removed from the hard drive. I feel selfish for being so depressed.
Hey, everyone! I'm writing this entry this morning to explain why I will not be returning to Daily Strength. A friend of mine that I met on this …
Hi, everyone! I just wanted to say Happy Thanksgiving! I hope and pray everyone has a wonderful holiday season, as well!
Well, we are still working on our kitchen. I'm looking forward to seeing family on Thanksgiving. My mom has here test Monday to see if she is in …
I am ready to go forward and beyond!
I cannot wait to tell all of those of whom I am fond,
Thank you for being there just for me!
I feel so very special …
I AM GOOD Yes, you took from me all that was natural. Yes, you made me feel dirty. Yes, you made me feel guilty for the deeds you did to me. Yes, you …
have a happy turkey day. god bless
tar u xxoo take care
hey matey hoe u doing ? thinking of u xxoo
hey dear one thinking of u and hoping to chin wag soon ?!!!! xxoo
awe matey u do and u have xxoo
My name is Stacy. I was in and out of foster care until I was eight years old. I was sexually, physically and mentally abused during those years. I was adopted and moved from Florida to Virginia when I was eight. My adopted brother sexually abused me from the time I was ten until I was sixteen. I am 43, I think. No one really knows my age. As I grow older, many of the memories I had managed to forget have started to come back. It's as if I am reliving all of those horrible incidents.
I was in and out of foster care from the age of three until I was eight, when I was adopted. I was physically, mentally and sexually abused several times during this period. Since our son has moved out to attend college, I have begun to have these horrible flashbacks. It's as if I am reliving each and every episode.