It's been over a quarter of century where he's attacked me at my weakest point...

I presume that about 26 years ago, I was conceived... I could be off by a few days or so, but it's easier to go by 3 months after my birthday... or 9 months before, depending on how it's calculated.

I thought I had a unique story.
A story of fortitude and perseverance...
A story of clarity and determination...
But satan attacks us like crazy...
I get no satisfaction because he somehow locked my down from my very core.
He targeted my psyche and built it such a way as to cover my own conscience and soul, essentially.
He went right towards my weakest point.
I am not my mother's child.
I can NOT lose myself in her requirements... her expectations... her dreams... her ideas.
She can only hold herself to that.

~CJ