Sunday, 15 January 2017

Party Like A Russian


Well, after a while of trying to get back to normal, my family (including my Facebook/friends family) have helped tremendously. Everyone who has messaged me with words of hope and inspiration really egged me on to finding peace. I had found it by getting home Christmas Eve, and over that and the New Year. I'm still having horrible dreams, but at least they are dreams and not reality anymore. Even if I can't sleep for a night or two, or if I wake up ridiculously early because of what occurred with that weird woman, I take comfort in k owing my life will go on, and now even better than it had been. 
Ive decided to celebrate and party like a Russian lol, without the vodka, of course 😄😄 Its good I can listen to good songs again!








So if it turns out I need therapy because of all the trauma I will take it and see the end as 'graduating' once again!
M







Btw here's my new lawyer card given to me by a fantastic genuine man!!!!
























Nah it's ok, I am happy, have my freedom and life is great with my mum and all. I'm getting my wicked soh back to where it should be, being closer to God now more than ever, I don't think He would blame me for finding life funny again! 
Would love to see my sis. She's another star to me. 




That's okay because....






Take care love to you all xxxx












Thursday, 12 January 2017

All tricked out for a trip that slid into a spin from Joyce McKinney to hope


The song above is for Joyce McKinney, it sums her up.
You do you know you can't phone the mental health Trust to pretend to be caring about me  (and they know you're pretending btw) and then say you're going to sue them because they know you're a nutter and won't give you the information you are asking for. Go on with your threat to sue them, you will be destroyed!!!!






Hi anyone reading this, 
Last year was hard, the end of it was horrifying then Devine with my Mum watching the drunks at the Loco we kissed and huggled seeing the New a Year in. After we watched  Robbie Williams singing doing his best performance yet. Heaven. We thanked God for getting me out of the situation
and the lies about me beating up the elderly lady. Funny how I was igoven a room by the able dale police to another (better) motel and not
once, not even now have I been interviewed by the police or Interpol etc, I doubt the British Embassy
would have paid for my flight home and ring s couple days before New Years to see how I'm feeling.


Actually, the enormity of what she plans to do to certain people, her vitriol for blacks Mexicans and
Jews and the way she treated the drive thrus she believes everyone working there are beneath her.
They are making a living and that's a great thing.






What Joyce looked like before she got wS fat as me (size 22-24)










Then












Now?!


What Joyce looked like to me both inside and out, her many personalities came through, this is the 
main monster in the horror comedy House, William Katz I love you!!!

This is how I imagined I was sitting on front seat and she was half dead putting our lives 

 her dog at stake. A relic.



Ps you're floor is caked in dog shit and you enjoy living in shit.

The quirky ideas she had planned before I stood up to her abuse... One night she wanted us to go to a
strip club and strip. Could you imagine two fattiess getting even a dime?! She wanted me to go to her
local and favourite sed shop in Glendale where she'd bought a vibrator that is supposed to hit her G-
spot. She would need it, she keeps advertising for rich submissives and she doesn't seem to see





herself as old and fat.





Making me pee infront of everybody  daily really made me feel like a dog. However, it started to rain, and every time it rained feel Jesus near me. You May find that weird, but intake comfort in train, it was as if God made it rain to A warm me I needed out of this unwilling submissive and that I will see
home again. So I enjoy storms  and embrace them, bit Elim not. Going to live in Florida!!!



I'd love to live in a house in the rainforest!!!! Only if it had wifi and TVs lol!!









How I would have loved this road trip!!!!


"It's hard to be gentle and warm"











Yrouble is, despite her being a sex offender, I feel very sorry for her too. She told me "they"  tried to pun the Bipolar label on her once, I don't k know if that was when she was in Holoway Prison or later. She a,so has the traits of a sociopath, you k ow, fake empathy ad superficial charm. I'm not saying she is one, but I know bipolar when I see it in front of memory that's I do of myself. . Or maybe she's still a child emptionally that she thows tantrums.








I would have liked dto help her, it takes s certain kind of madness to have a floor to ceiling dog cage
and then let tej lut so the pee and poop on diiscarded newspapers and be happy we how the room in
the Econo Inn.

I see you hurting, that they found your nude pics  uyou escortingand then "allegedly" raped and raped a younger
man by with the help of KJ.





She's still after him. Especially on Facebook "Horton Cooper profiles)




I would have tried pyo help her find a home, make her happy. I thought all the worlds problems are on hr shoulder and as a good friend.  But she was more interested in getting me to be her submissive slove. Obviously I believe she has a problem . I knew it as soon as a I had to make room to sleep in

second bed but when you were nweee and asked me to you you in your bed inhav to say no.I can't fix her, big I wish I could have.


















This would have been her Christmas present,Along with socks lol. 

A few Hollywood style songs and things with special meanings.















And it takes a lot of courage  to try to understand an ill woman is ilso find you are facebtomfavebwith an old woman who is so nuts more so than anything you ever done.and her confessions stunned me. My rock is ,u mum, who had to listen to an angry Joyce and mum gave as good as she got!!

I'm so glad to be home although I haven't slept in aware I'm having terrible nightmares, like when she
opened the shower and had a good look at me.shen I was allowed to change my ssnitary pads you
made me do it in front of you.




But I digress, seeing mum again was like seeing my guardian angel.


She talk to me so sweet and listened without crying in front of me but I feel your bide, your empathy,
 your pure love and knowing I was abused she was so happy I survived the degradation and cruelty, this song hoes for you xxx








One song I listened to when I was on flight was this, i was hoping to see so many different 
thing.,unfortunately I was not allowed out of the smelly room or heated cars











I e been lately thinking about my life's time...








I'm beginning to believe. I could b a great traveller. Explore things, adventures, the America. Way of life (which I mostly love) and maybe Scandinavia and meet my pen pal Ully!! Life is full of opportunities and I may have one coming up! A job! More about that later.  


























But I leave this post in a positive way. Despite all the hassle and abuse I've been put through, I'm wiser. Yes one day I will live in Ameeica! Or a sunny country that still has lots of rain! (Can anyone think of one?) I'm closer to God, and once I get the dentures, mew ones since Joyce has mine, for some unknown and probably unsavoury reason, I'll be out and about, maybe a jet setter?!  I'm applying for s volunteer job which would be great. As I have personal experience in this.

Hope you are all ok! Love ya's xxxx
Ps here's a song that cheers me up,  I am big in Japan!!



















Sunday, 1 January 2017

Thanks for making me a fighter


please read then FB post above, many songs, some silly and some I feel huge debt to. It's great how music makes you feel. And lyrics of course!
I'm ok,mer covered and happy.
Happy new year all!!!

Thursday, 29 December 2016

Thank you to my family and friends for your continual support!!


Well those of you who have read my Facebook Halstead Hermit page will have realised what I went through, everyone has been so supportive, especially my friends and family. 
My mums been my rock, listened as I told her so much more than what was hurriedly written on the page, and my friends who live nearby have been so helpful, one saying they knew I would come to some sort of harm, but me being the (now ex) gullible and occasionally headstrong woman I may not have listened to words of wisdom anyway. 
But enough of that, I'm not in my self pity state state anymore, I'm happy to be alive! To smell the rain, to feel it, to be alive becaus God saw fit that I could just enough physically for the journey home. It was a great journey actually, one of the best seats available, movies, music, oh and a bit of turbulence lol.    


I've come home a stronger person than I thought, or imagined I could ever be. No more will I believe what certain people say, but neither will I be hardened to humanity.
Anyway, I've also come back to find the grim reaper still hasn't finished taking famous people, though I feel for the regular people too, who have lost people at this time.
Mum is glad I'm safe so the song above is not only for  everyone who cares for me, it's also dedicated to my mum. The one who loves me so much.
Thank you Alison, for your love and help, too. That was special. 
So below I'm putting up songs I've listened to a lot this year, some seem a it of a warning I didn't know, others are just lovely or make me feel good. 
I'm sorry I couldn't write much earlier about Christmas, but I hope the New Year is great for everyone .  From a new improved Lizzie!!!
Thanks again, to all my mates near and far xxx
Xxxx























































Couldn't resist that last one lol, so true xxx













Tuesday, 8 November 2016

#WhereIsTheLove





The new video for the second song belowwhere is the love is more challenging than the same question asked here, because the one, about all the conflicts etc of today, the same racism and bigotry, hatred, Icould go on. But it had a special meeting for me this week as I was still in shock over my friends suicide. She's left a young kid, I feel so sorry. But my friend Cassandra phoned me up today and made me laugh, giggle to the point of tears! Oh it won't be long til we meet, and I think her lively sense of humour versus my almost dark will actually be a good blend, it already is. 
Back to the video, the old one, I believe is asking you to ask others where the live is, but the new 
one 
online (which can't be played here in uk yet) I truly believe they are asking ask to ask our own self where is the love. And that's what got to me, that I thought last week I could have somehow stopped 
her, and was I heartless for not doing more? As it turns out my friend had deleted my comment to her, and also her she was not paying attention to most people's comments. I believe (in hindsight) that she had decided that was the day to end her life.
Am I guilty for thinking she is one strong enough? Was there a chance I could have stopped her? Her last post was her saying she feels alone. 24hrs later we all found out. 
I can be a great friend to people and have long wanted to be a part of SOMETHING, but suicidal 
people crack me. The minute they start talking about their reasons to die, I go into a state of panic (on 
the inside) but hardly a word can come out of my mouth, I babble like a 2 year old and the feeling they are having I somehow take onboard and feel myself, to where I become suicdal.
Maybe I need to learn where the love is in me to help people???

 



The song above I've posted as I'm seeing life differently. Mum says I'm "getting ill again" constant ringing and pitchy noises at my ears, my inability to sleep well, projectile vomiting with no notice. But I see my mistakes at how I've lead my life, and how other lead theirs. There is a hypocracy in all of us that we are doing right at one thing and gossiping or thinking to ourselves a judgement on people when we all ALL of  us have some part of our lives need changing. There's pros sly at least one aspect of  our mind body or spirit that we lie in our own ignorance to the journey that's life. 
I know, for example a sizeable part of my foot is numb becuae I don't drink right and very often forget my insulin and diabetic pills. I must change if I'm going abroad this year!!!


Here below is the original Where Is The Love  video I urge you to see the new one on 
YouTube!! Please!!!! 








I live the lyrics in this. 





This is one song I forced myself to listen to all this time to help me make sense of death, love , and what we should all be told during grief and mortality and what you should do: love.



For Cassandra my bestie!!! Xxx