My Three Months #runninghomelessfromabuse #lorijean

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I'm thinking of writing a series of when I was on the street (1/2011) running from abuse for 3 months after I left my son with his best friend's family, sharing with you all the scary places I stayed and walked while physically fighting for my life. I would map out the exact places I dealt with including very scary day and night warming shelters, the aid I got-and didn't get, and how I started to lose my mind. This was all done when I wasn't in my right frame of mind from the worst of the beatings I was receiving-otherwise I definitely never would have gone this route.

Watch here! Perhaps I'll write a song about it afterwards

Be Free! Be safe!

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