I feel a relief at the calendar clicking over to August. Coming up... September, October, November. I can feel the day of justice is coming, and that the family nightmare I confront will shift state. The injustice against me is torture, and yet I know the moment this flip, a searing pain ten times worse is heaped upon those who betrayed me.
The deliberate poisoning of my children against me by family members and friends who fell for the lie — so they don't have to confront facts or conscience — has been the most harrowing thing I have ever faced. The bond between a parent and child is sacred, and nobody should ever hijack or disrupt it. The consequences for doing so are deservedly "millstone class".
I passed the anger phase many months ago. I am in the resigned stage. I have many family members, including a son and two grandchildren, who are vaxxed. There was nothing I could say to change my son's mind. I have a BIL close to death with a cancer I strongly believe occurred because of the vax. I live with the knowledge that we really only ever have control over our own lives. I try to live for today and not worry about what is coming tomorrow. I believe that, regardless of how little I understand it, a greater power is in control and we don't understand his/her plan for us. I go with the flow. I feel a heavy feeling of sadness that we are marching into a huge storm and there is nothing I can do to avoid it.
