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A Colorful Journey

Peek into my innermost thoughts…

Discover how I got to where I am today and follow my journey to become the person I want to be and the life I want to live. Come along on this journey as I learn what it means to be an Empath and search for tools to cope with the ever-increasing chaos of the world around me.

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The Possession: Oppression

That was it, I was done!!  I am not dealing with this anymore, he is going to make a change, or I am out of here.  I still didn’t want to make a big commotion between us prior to our friends coming the next day, so my plans were to confront him after they left in a few days.  I never had a chance.  Within a few hours, I was positively leaving and hurt almost beyond repair.

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The Possession: Infestation

Finally, I can rest, relax, and reflect on what just happened and get my life back on track. Or so I thought…
These next three journal post are going to be the hardest for me to write.  The others were upsetting, but I was used to being treated that way by my mother, just not to that extreme.  This came out of the blue and a complete shock.

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The Ninth Circle of Hell

I know some of these stories are out of order, but they are major events that occurred during the time Hurricane Meg stalled over North Georgia that made me really regret the decision I made to have my mother move in with us.

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Paper and Pencils – The Perfect Combination (Pencils)

Last week we discussed some of the various paper options available.  Now on to pencils!  There are so many different types of colored pencils out in the marketplace; brands, wax or oil based, concentration of pigment, and the list goes on and on.  I haven’t even scratched the surface of all the pencils that are out there to experiment with, and I am hoping we can do that together!

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Breaking News –

This is a long, drawn-out story with lots of twist and turns.  Just like a hurricane making its way through the Caribbean. It wasn’t long after my mother moved in with us that the trouble began.