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Beyond occasionally  dipping into this blog; I don’t write.  It’s not that I just don’t want to; lately I Have nothing  to say.  I feel so whittled down as a person, there’s nothing creative here. The Trust’s focus and management feeds my sense of being devalued as a person.  It’s only interest appears to be maintaining the status quo.

I was all about advancement/recovery.  Apparently, the trust is only about maintenance.  I adopted Jaime because had issues. And they had already adopted her out once, but it Wasn’t a good fit, and she was returned.   It was either me or the needle for her.  So, in saving  her, I found a small purpose.

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