a crisis... I call it being to curious at times. I always knew I had an ability, was special..( as my mom said ( laughter) No one ever encouraged me.
Guess it was fated sept 2 2001 having cops and whitecoats (drs) at my apartment door to take me away. 13 years passed now and the only few things I remember was healing others, my girlfriend being along for the ride visiting me in psych ward and the part about being taken away,not knowing where I was going.
seven days of hell I went through going in and out of consciousness and then another seven days in psych ward trying to make sense of what happened.
the cards we are dealt in our hand of life.
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When the world gives you lemons make lemonade
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