Tag Archives: Life Experience

Do you have Breast Implant Illness? – A MUST READ IF YOU HAVE BREAST IMPLANTS

Do you have Breast Implant Illness? - A MUST READ IF YOU HAVE BREAST IMPLANTS

What are the symptoms of breast implant illness and silicone toxicity /poisoning?

Breast implant illness is a period of sickness affecting the body caused by silicone or saline breast implants.  Symptoms of breast implant illness vary from body to body due to personal differences, the type of breast implants and the progression of the illness however it appears that a few symptoms show up a little earlier and more consistently such as fatigue, cognitive dysfunction (brain fog, memory loss), joint and muscle pain, hair loss and dryness throughout the body including organs and glands.  In my Continue reading Do you have Breast Implant Illness? – A MUST READ IF YOU HAVE BREAST IMPLANTS

My Life is Utterly Meaningless

MeaninglessSitting here in the recliner at my father’s house, I can’t think of one short-term reason to continue living.

Why am I here on earth? Why was I put here? Why was I even born? Do I have some kind of obscure intrinsic value to add to this world? Do I even serve a simple purpose? I’ve been asking myself these questions since I was ten years old.

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I Love

I Love

I love falling asleep to the sound of rain, its smell, summer showers, and forehead kisses.
I love books that I can’t put down, warm, crispy towels off the line, and finding quotes that describe my current situation.
I love seeing my favorite bands live, the boom of thunder; and lightning that lights up the sky.
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The Day I Attempted Suicide


The Day I Attempted Suicide

“You are such a selfish person Kerri, truly pathetic, I don’t have time for this shit!”

That’s what my mother said to me the day I attempted suicide. Continue reading The Day I Attempted Suicide

HIDDEN AMONGST THE RUBBLE

Hidden Amongst the RubbleMany years ago, I met this guy named Alan. He was everything I’d ever dreamed a man to be.

I had just moved 856 miles away from my family, escaping 13 years of sexual abuse. I was 22 years old, standing alone, raw and lost to say the least. Love was not something I ever knew, it was something I’d never been shown. I was stifling years of pain, staring down scars, scars embedded in my soul. Continue reading HIDDEN AMONGST THE RUBBLE