Continued:

I am peeling my mother off of my brain (I like the sound of it!). To peel off a person so POWERFUL in one’s life is.. well, impressive. I impress myself, lol. It hasn’t been easy, to say the least, to remove her inaccurate thinking from my (poor, assaulted) brain.

Brain Assaulted- a proper title to my story.

Brain Recovery= get the crazy woman off of me!

= Aka Brain Plasticity (neuroplasticity), but I am digressing into scientific terms.

She told me that Everyone was Bad (including me) and that she was Good = inaccurate thinking, a misrepresentation of the truth: in my personal life, there is only one person looming big in badness directly and personally expressed to me–

And that person is.. you guessed it, my mother.

The Truth.

Confusion was her weapon, Clarity is my salvation,

To finally.. believe Me,

I hear her voice: who do you think you are, you are a **** ****….  ****…                  ****…

Shut up, I am peeling you off, you bad, bad thing for me,

To be continued.

anita