“Humanely” Robbing a Human Corpse Of Their…

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?

When I was a little girl, five or six, I aspired to be a mortician. I dreamt that, by now, I would be “humanely” robbing a human corpse of their liquid gold. In return, I would pump their bodies full of carcinogenic formaldehyde. Strange, I know.

I was a dead woman walking at the pinnacle of my disease. Who would’ve thought that at just 13, I would become the emphasis of The Walking Dead. My addiction was so bad. Swallowed up by the devil himself, it was as if I had a gun to my head.

Zombified for the next 2 decades of my life. This is my journey. These are my real-life accounts.

Him Forcing Her to Fart?

What makes you laugh?

Why are farts so gross but yet so funny at the same time? My partner forces our AI “Alexa” to fart on command. Especially the wet ones where she dabs herself after in a whisper. 🫡Not only that, he’ll sync all of our devices up, and you just hear hysterical giggles echoing thru out the house from our children’s bedrooms. I tell you what, 2 year old girl farts are adorable and hilarious. Meanwhile, 34 year old man farts get old real quick😮

A Poem Called “Dear God”

God, please give me the strength to live my life to my fullest and not live life in fear.
Please guide me with strength and wisdom along the way, be present for me, and be near.

Show me a happier and more healthy way of living, where my life isn’t stagnant and self-centered around drugs.
Please wrap me in your loving arms and embrace me with a hug.

Show me what real courage looks like and how I may harness it in my own life.
Show me the way to a happy content place,
where drugs are not self-centered in my mind.

Thank you for sending your guardian angels to watch over me with swords and prayer.
Thank you for always being there for me, whether I’m in a happy place or scared.

You never judge. You don’t care.
Your love is unconditional
You are a marvelous God, for what you have bared.

You died on the cross and gave your life for our sins.
I can always count on you because you are beautiful and you listen

You dish out a lot, but not more than I can bare.
Thank you for teaching me many lessons,
And for all of the insight you’ve shared,

With me

Teach me, teach me to see others the way that you see them.
Teach me how to love myself and others the way you do,
Teach me how to prejudge no one and embrace you when I lose.

This is my prayer to you, Lord
Please help me not to grow complacent
For this, I can not afford.

Keep me in your beautiful light,
And kill these wicked entities with your mighty sword.

I say these things in the name of the All Mighty, the Son, God, and the Holy GHOST,
🙏 amen

Life’s Biggest Takeaway -Elderly Patient

My occupation as an HCA and a CNA has paired me with some of the most profound elderly people. My clients have lived long, full lives and seem to be very happy for the most part despite living with terminal illnesses. One of my clients in particular, Barbara, is an absolute joy to be around. Out of all the months I’ve worked with her, I have never seen her bothered by anyone or anything. All of her encounters are warm and loving. Any time Barbara talks, she speaks with a genuine smile and an authentic tone, seeking to know people at their core. Nothing is surface level or superficial with her. I look forward to my weekend night shifts with her because each time I care for her, I always learn something new about life.

Barbara is 77 years old. Both of her parents passed away, she doesnt have any children or a significant other. She’s never been married, and the one sibling that she does have doesn’t engage with her. She doesn’t have any animals, and because she is a germaphobe, she limits the amount of opportunities to become close to new people. Barbara has lukimia, a slow growing cancer, a weakend immune system,short-term memory loss, and she doesn’t believe in God. Despite all of this, she is happy at her core. But how?

Her life would seem pretty lonely to your average family looking in. No husband to love on or to eat a meal with at the end of the day, no kids to care for or call to check in on, no animals to look after or recieve cuddles and support from either.

I learned that Barbaras happiness comes from within. It’s her state of mind and superb positive thinking that has her feeling as content as she does. When I asked Barb if she held onto any regrets or resentments, she looked at me with an odd expression.

“Gratitude,” she explained. And it’s true! The few friends that Barb does have she treats as family because to her, they are. When she engages with them, gratitude exuberates from her very essence because she is so thankful for their friendship, love, support, and comradery that their overall presence has had in her life.

Although her sister has held onto resentments over the years, Barb still calls her sister once every other week to tell her hello, that she loves her and misses her. She is always met with silence and no resolve, but despite this, Barb continues to call her with such love and humility. This takes a special type of individual. Somebody who is self-aware, kind, patient, and tolerant despite indifferences.

Barb has really harnessed the gift of seeing the best in people. She gives people the benefit of the doubt and doesn’t judge them. She has an authentic curiosity met with a profound acceptance for strangers when getting to know the caregivers that come into her home. Always making sure that we are cared for, too, by extending her gacious hospitality.

“It’s so important to live in the moment and cherrish those around you because you never know when it may be the last time you share with them.”

When asked what the most important thing was that she had gathered throughout life, she responded instantly. “Never stop learning, and be a better version of yourself tomorrow than you were yesterday.” This did not cease to amaze me as I am aware that Barb is a “go getter.” She has her Bachelors and Masters in geriatric social work and dental hygiene and anesthesia.

Each weekend night, after we are done sharing our stories and history with one another (which can go on for hours), I am always blown away. She sets an example for anyone striving to let go of old anger and resentment, especially towards family members. “As anger only hurts the person its harboring inside of, not the person it is directed at.” She teaches me humility and to be kind to anyone I come into contact with, always making sure I maintain a relationship with my parents.”Because they are the ones who gave me life.”

“Wake up every morning and give gratitude for the things that you have, and also during the night before you doze off.”
-Barbara L.

The Belly of The Beast

When I was a little girl, seven or eight, I aspired to be a mortician. I dreamt that, by now, I would be “humanely” robbing a human corpse of their liquid gold. In return, I would pump their bodies full of carcinogenic formaldehyde. Strange, I know.

I was a dead woman walking at the pinnacle of my disease. Who would’ve thought that at just 13, I would become the emphasis of The Walking Dead. My addiction was so bad. Swallowed up by the devil himself, it was as if I had a gun to my head.

Zombified for the next 2 decades of my life. This is my journey. These are my real-life accounts.

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