I Had Enough

****This post was left UNEDITED on purpose**** (I wanted to display my truth emotions and frustration I felt at 2:37am when the devil come while I was trying to do Gods work)

I'm pretty sure others have said the same thing.
I know what my purpose is.
I have to stop watching Reality Television.
That stuff is fake with "Worldly" thoughts and views.
I don't even want to wear clothes knowing their are children without.
Clothes are just venits.
I am so tired.
I want to save my son.
I am doing the right thing while my head hurts.
My body hurts.
Tomorrow, well today, is here.
But is it worth it?
I want to help.
But I am going to be homeless in one week.
One week, all that I have worked for,
All that I have done
All the purposes I have made to my son
Are going where?
Down the fucking towel?
For who? For what reason?
Yeah, I can sit here and kill myself.
That's so easy.
That's so possibleable
Then what?
What will happen?
Who will win from my death?
Will breath be easier to breath?
FUCK THAT! FUCK YOU!
I am so tired.
So I am here. For the shake of my son.
I want to go back to NYC so bad,
But I know he will not befile.
He will not heal.
He can not be a prisoner in his own body
I can not be a prisoner.
And for all that I will do.
For all the things, the "Worldly things" I will give up
Will be worth it at the end. The end when I see you god.
The end when I see my son "Saying", talking to me
Saying, speaking words,
Saying I Love yous and I love you too.
He will see my struggle.
They all will see my struggle.
I will be awarded.
In my glam golden gown.
With my long hair pulled back.
Smiling knowing that I have beat the odds.
My depression, my fears, my anixyes.
My pain, my rejections, my hurts.
Ok...
I feel better.
So now, I ask you
If you want me to do your work for you lord. If you want me to heal the children with autism.
If you want me to give hope to the kids with no voice. To the scared parents who watch their babies change right in front of them. To die right in front of me.
No one believes me that my son was fine.
No one saw him before.
He told me "I love you" before he was one.
And I will hear him say it again.

I tell you now, I tell you this.
NO ONE WILL STOP ME FROM HEALING MY SON. FROM HEALING OTHER BABIES THAT WERE POISONED BY PEOPLE WHO JUST WAKE UP TO JUST GET A BIG PAYCHECK.  YES MDS, I'M TALKING TO YOU FUCKERS!

As you irone the facts and refuse to believe that you are hurting my/our children then your no better then the devil.

I will start the next genoration of doctors. I will show the way. We all have God living with us. We ALL CAN DO WHAT JESUS DID!

yes,...and that's exactly what I'll do.

.....feeling better and I think I can go back to sleep.
Good night internet world.

Ms. Emily Richardson