(UPDATE: September 2014: I still have symptoms of this poison in my system, an illness that, in the past year, three different doctors have not been able to diagnose.)
Part 2 is here and Part 3 is here )
I've had PTSD since age five, so I've been on this endless treadmill going Faster Than the Speed of Life. No matter what happens, I keep running and running and running until I solve the problem.
I think they left me there and I was supposed to die.
(To be continued)
In the 1980s going Faster than the speed of life got me through an unexpected pregnancy when I was single and age forty. I ran and ran and kept a roof over our heads and got my daughter to early adulthood in pretty good shape, well sort of.
Again, oh Lizzie, I am so sorry.