Episode One: The protaganist spots the bomb, instead of pulling the break, he gets some of his fellow passengers to force open the door as the training is moving, then he kicks the bomb off the train.
So the easiest way to sort this out, is to move all my domains to this host. Seems to be the easiest way to sort things out really.
A few weeks back, my mother, who I care for as she’s dying slowly of cancer, got covid… and had pneumonia as well. Well… the wonderful person that she is… gave the damned thing to me.
Not happy Jan!
My real name is unimportant in the scheme of things and I hide it to annoy the guilty. I’m a 58 year old sufferer of Complex PTSD. I’ve been suffering from cPTSD since I was 3… so 55 very long years. I didn’t get cPTSD from a violent event… I got it from being mentally and emotionally abused for all those years. What I thought was normal was really survival mode. And the problem is, that I don’t think that I will ever get better.
So, this is my little testimony towards my fight to regain some form of “normality” in my life.
It’s a rough ride.
