In the summer of 2002 the neighbour hood kids ( brither and sister, ana and nils,) includeing my self (we were the only kids in the neighbour hood at the time) would go to my living room after a trip to the video store and a swim to watch a marathon of the x files. We wiuld spend all day watching the x files. This is were my interest of forensics, forensic pathology and law enforcement. I did not know i want ti be an fbi agent or a coroner then soon languages got into the mix particularily russian and japanese. That was before high school when my big mouth father opened his mouth and said that i was ugyer, tibetan and himalayan. Now i am looking to learn tibetan. To this day because of events on the internet i have awoken the forensic pathologist so i can speak for the women who where not as lucky to avoid creeps and died because of them.

I want to go to never land..... an no I am not suicidal; just very tired and sleepy. I slept like a log but it's one of those days where I just want to fucking sleep. Like in Stephen King's sleeping beauties but in reality. This is what the fucking winter does to you when you hate the cold and have to take meds for CPTSD. I hate the meds. It's not that I hate the cold but there is nothing to take pictures of fucking flowers, which is a trigger to me. I say I don't hate the cold because a few years ago I , fed up with how people with PTSD were looked at decided to climb Everest. This has beeen fermenting since my diagnosis in grade 11 (high school). And when my mother found out she had lung cancer I want to climb K2 for cancer research and another mountain for survivors of sex crimes (lets just say if you are a female you need to take extra care on the Internet. ) the mountaineering bug bit me in high school.... now I have reasons. But for now I shall nap.