There are parts of my mind that are misfiring…even more, there are large chunks of my memory that are missing. So I can’t even fully provide the details that would support a legal case. I’m not well enough to be adequately prepared. I’m not able to organize well enough to get the evidence together. I’ve not been “here” or “there” enough to have recorded my trauma contemporaneously. I’m apparently not traumatized enough to warrant accommodations, but I’m too damaged to prove why.
How the system so fails us.
It’s too hard to talk to myself now.
I was wrong, no one will help me.
“Justice” isn’t but a fight that often continues unrepaired.
So I’m on a mission to recover them and go over “the receipts”.
I’m embracing the nightmares and digging through the boxes
Here we grow…
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