Shattered Glass Life After Abuse

I am trying to clean my room today ... the piles on the floor... surrounding my bed. Piles are in other places but today I turned my focus to my bedroom and there I found a problem. I have been doing extremely well lately at accomplishing tasks... beginning, working through them and completing! What a new delight. But today I am tugging through the mud of paper goods. I see bits and pieces of my life... my thoughts like scribbles here and there. My mind is over active. Words keep pouring out and on the pages I find... typed beginnings of books, of articles, of journeys I have been compelled to begin... I notice a pattern of a lot of incompletions. My mind buzzes with new thoughts, ideas, impulses. While I start off running, rapidly getting done or said what I feel at that moment to be monumental, I observe life cuts in and "it" is lost. Darwin went to an island to write. So did John to write Revelation, the final book of the Bible. I have a writer's m...

This hurt a lot! I was talking to one of my children expressing what I that I had some success in finding someone to help me pursue litigation against people/ organizations that turned a blind eye to the torturous abuse occurring in my family. I told so many people, especially leadership in schools and Department of Human Services, and no one did ANYTHING to help me or anyone in my family. My child said, "I Don't Give A Crap!" It hit me like a sword being shoved into my heart.  And worst, the little tape started playing....no one gives a crap, no one cares what happen to you, no one gives a crap, no one has helped you ever, you see, no one give a CRAP about you or anything that happen to you. The pain stung and took time for me let those words go even after my child apologized.  Books - they help me enter other worlds - think about other thoughts - hear other words....for 2 hours I sat on the floor of a Goodwill reading books that people have discarded - toss...