10/30/2025
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Why in the world am I a Psychic?
It is a long story to long to post in here. What I will say is that I come from a very screwed up background. So bad that in fact by the time I was 10yrs old, I left home and lived on the streets until almost 11yrs old. I grew up in a time frame that there was not help for abused children like me. We were called "throw away kids" (a real term you can look it up). So between shelters , children & foster homes, I never found a place where I could belong or call home. So at 13yrs old I became my own parent and started working 2 jobs, got my first car, and first little bitty home in the hood. It was mine and clean. I was a happy as I could be in the given situation.
During all that time I always knew I had someone guiding me. I did not know much about God, because it was not talked about, and when I tried to ask questions & learn, beatings always followed. I knew something or someone was there helping me guiding through the crazy & dangerous situations I was always in. I did have imagery friends. (Now know were spirits) As I got older I realize God was always with me. He had loving spirits, and his angels around me the whole time. There is so much more I could write, but that is for another time and place. More info in my book that will be released soon.
So let's fast forward to now. After the loss of my Mother and her battle with cancer. I became deathly ill, and spent two years fighting for my life with 3 major surgeries. Those in and out experiences I kept to myself. I was not sure if was real or the drugs, so I said nothing to anyone. I finally conquered that, and got on my feet again. Then my husband fell ill and in four months after his diagnoses, I was forced to put him in hospice where he died at the age of 33. I was blessed and cursed to hold his hand and look him in the eyes as he took his last breath. Then 5 months later my brother was found dead in his apartment. They said he had been dead a week before being found, and two week by the time I identified him for myself. I was drowning in grief, to the point I was entertaining su***de thoughts.