Forgive me. I can’t always think of a title for my posts, so I am just giving the dates. I have not been prolific, in my writing, over the past few years. Just too much devastation, leading to deep sadness and depression. I am freaking out, because my pedophile father, has been hunting me down on the internet for years, I heard. But more importantly, my husband has Parkinson’s Disease, so I am devastated. It is slow progressing, they say. Plus we live near Boston, that has spectacular hospitals and doctors. I find myself wondering if I will lose him. And if he did die, what do I do? He is my real reason why I actively treat all of the horrible illnesses that I have, and I work so hard at giving him joy. Honestly, I might have plenty of money to live on, but why bother? I love you, Frankie. More than words can express. We have decided to have as much fun as we can. Frankie has been taking me to elegant hotels and restaurants on special occasions, gourmet dining, for 2-3 nights, joyous sightseeing. I asked him if there is anything that he would want. He has now purchased a Dodge Charger with all the whistles and bells. I got to choose the color, which is an amazing red. And we hope to travel, but I am nervous about leaving the country, or flying anywhere.
Hello,
I’m Christine
My name is Christine and I am almost 45 years old. This is my very first blog. I am writing because I feel like I am living in a closet. But I am not gay, I am mentally ill, I have Schizoaffective Disorder. I also have PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder). Not many people know this about me. I have been fearful of “coming out”, because, frankly, the human population has not always been kind to people with mental illness. But isn’t it time that we come to accept all of our bothers & sisters, regardless of their differences?
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