Our life’s testimony is necessary to launch a credible ministry of God, at least in the peoples’ eyes. I do not have the complete testimony of July 2010, when I experienced a horrific ordeal. The above group photo is the one taken without me. I was in this photo. I’ve posted it in hopes of finding out what happened to me. I attended as a writer; no other reason. And as a writer, my own story/testimony is important and necessary.
What specifically happened that terrified me I cannot recall; I went to the Emergency Room July 17, feeling I had been drugged. I’ve suffered PTSD ever since.
What happened to make me enter one way and return a terrified person? Let’s see…all seemed normal on my arrival Saturday, July 10, 2010. Nothing I saw alarmed me. I met my class on Sunday, July 11th, in the library. Class, by memory, included instructor/author Nancy Long or Bartholomew, Chad Rohrbacher, Roger Floyd, Tim Farmer, Karen Price, Babette Hughes, and some others. During the week I began to feel disassociated and drug-like. I had no ability to think clearly at times. Things began to be confusing and strange, and I was weakened somehow. And something happened, cause and effect; something caused me to unravel and end up terrified and my mind/memory blocked somehow. Nothing has been resolved, fifteen years later. I keep reliving something, post-Wildacres.
I attended a writing conference at Wildacres Retreat, Little Switzerland, NC, July 10-16, 2010.
http://www.wildacres.org/ I was working on a novel. I’ve had PTSD ever since, and despite all efforts, I have not been able to resume a “normal” work career as before.
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