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A woman author and writer challenged with disabilities living with cognitive deficits and hemiparesis on the right side struck down in her prime of 29 in 1990 after working as a high end executive assistant in NYC from faulty doctors operating anesthesia sharing belief, love, legend, and tradition. Today after suffering many wounds from further abuse in her life since she works daily to the best possible positivity.

Wither When Close to Heart

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- May 08, 2015

Reading J. Braheny-Songwriting.Comes like a perfect puzzle. Closes to heart needs limits on training before the creativity begins to wither.

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"I'm Fading Away" #newsong #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter #alternativelifestyle #podcast

- June 02, 2023

I wrote this song from a compilation of experiences, feelings, and visuals. Free song "I'm Fading Away" at SoundCloud under Lori Jean Finnila and at Google Drive . All podcast music in sidebar under Podcast Music. Free artist streaming radio at Pandora Music and Radio and iHeartRadio . Podcast at Apple Podcasts , Audible , Spotify , Amazon Music , Pandora Podcasts , TuneIn , RadioPublic , Spotify for Podcasters , Community RadioExchange in Canada , iHeartRadio , Google Podcasts , Anghami (this episode not up there yet), Blubrry , ivoox , and Substack , "I'm Fading Away" Lyrics It's all dying down now narrowing, it's all quieting in my body Chorus I'm fading away into obsolescence into the cosmos of the totality of me I ache as I stretch as far as I can from this agony within misery is never too far Verse I wake up with the sting again waiting for tenderness I find myself on my back looking up at the ceiling I feel my body elevating Chorus Ve

“Hit On My Head” #headinjury #mold #symptoms #lorijeanfinnila #singersongwriter

- December 03, 2023

Photo by Александр at Pexels.com. My nose gruffles The air is thick I’m feeling dizzy I’m coughing Thinking I’m losing my mind I’m remembering things years ago Like they’re yesterday not sure of their proper time frame It dawns-my hit on the head-but it can’t be because it doesn’t seem practical Aaah I’m thinking clear now it was the mold in the apartment I hear it takes your brain Oh I have to fix this I will Just a crack in the window I’m feeling better I’m thinking clearer I’m still getting flashes in my life I can’t line up the times to Oh that’s right I was hit on the head.