amy here, aka chickpea on JWN and carpe noctum on JWR... i was going to just be "amy" but it was one letter shy of the requisite!
my subject line says it all.... i was low hanging fruit when the JWs got to me.... in one calendar year, within 11 months time, i had buried my much beloved and still sorely missed older brother michael paul, who died of AIDS at 33, and a son, named paul benjamin, whose pregnancy i lost late in the 2nd trimester... to say i was grief-stricken is understatement, to say i was perfect prey for the b0rg is as equally understated....
at any rate, some 20 years later, being first in, i was last out... my husband and 4 children, 2 born-ins, are all out, and very vocal in speaking out against the b0rg... my youngest son's circumstance of being a female to male transgender was the final impetus to propel me away from the dilemma of serving a "god" who would command me to forsake my own child in his deepest, darkest hour of need..... go blow yourself, joho, i aint buying that schtick anymo.....
at any rate... i have lost all faith in the idea of divinity and now marvel at the improbability that we are here, on this little speck of a planet revolving around an insignificant sun, in a backwater galaxy in an expanding universe.... makes the hairs on my arm stand straight up as i go breathless!
just loving being alive, even if life circumstances can be rough....now, instead of talking to air, i hitch up my big girl undies and get on with the living