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Hi! Aye aye aye; we've opened a can o'mysteries; my Pandora's Box I hinted at
Unsolved mysteries. Multiple ones. Some have closure, others may never.
I'm more of a "Dragon" now than ever. Knowledge is power, & I don't have a lot of either right now, but, I've gotta find enough to fill in some blanks; the micro-flashbacks, the seemingly odd & random thoughts, memories, places, &, names that quickly fade away as if my imagination. In the last few days, I've pieced together some
3/5
Not mad & not happy either. Feel loyalty yet disappointment no one answered me; flashbacks, I've asked about point blank throughout my life & only received a "What are you talking about?!" as reply.
Told "Leave it alone, you're fam" & although I am Blessed with them, they don't understand. My kids need their medical history; their father died Huntington's & want to know my stuff. They also knew years ago that the questions consume me & vowed to help one day(records were sealed at time).
4/5
In for a long search. If I could find that 1 missing link, a living relative, to know the history, it'd satisfy me; more curious of whole story than meeting the actors. Never need to connect. Just gotta know background; my bro told me I was traumatized no one wanted me to remember & that I spoke only Spanish when he met me & I was Puerto Rican. That's more than anyone has ever told me, & all he knows. ONLY Spanish?!😮 I love that part. I think Mom part possibly was Italian (from some clues)
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If ya thought me nutty before! Even more so now; I both know who I am & don't know who I am!🤷🏽♀️🤣
🤔Anyone ever do regression hypnosis? I truly believe the bits in my head would become a complete picture. Not talking about therapy, just a hypnosis or two to hone in on memories.
I know her & my names. Can't seem to find out anything from birth to @6yrs old. It's as if neither of us existed.
To know zero about who your are except your name is... frustrating. I've been obsessing over it🥴
@Gramdma2011 I really hope you find the answers you are seeking on your journey. 🫂
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I've always known my real name. Weird to not remember things about childhood, & spend my entire life always knowing it, my birth name, while people denied it, telling me I was wrong and imagined things. I remember someone forcing me to write it over & over & telling me to never forget it when I left. I never did. I thought I was going to school. I was to never see them again; their faces & names a blur, yet clearly remembering the urgency & importance of remembering that, if nothing else