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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

My life in the year January 2000

Posted by elana r. snyder at 4:04 AM No comments:
Labels: disabled, from chronic illness, homeless, homeless women in America, Meticulous journaling, no way out, survivor, survivor documents her life
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I was born in June, 1963 in Washington, D.C. My b/mother spent roughly the last 5 months of her pregnancy at the Florence Crittenton: "Home for Unwed Mothers" I was almost immediately adopted into a very abusive Baltimore home in 63. In 1994, my common law marriage broke up while I was living in Melbourne,AUS. I fell homeless for the first time. I didn't break that cycle until 4/2013. (For a true sense of context, I highly encourage you to start reading at the beginning; April 1, 2007!) While homeless (or "housed" in extremely toxic and unsafe situations) I endured chronic hunger and even Dr. diagnosed starvation. I've been a victim of countless felony crimes since 1983. I've been partially disabled since 1994 and fully disabled since about 2002; after contracting lyme disease. In April 2011 I was forced to flee 2,230 miles to evade my stalker of six years. One of my dreams, is to donate my entire handwritten story to Hollywood.
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