I Haven’t Posted Since Last Year!

Betty's Battleground slowly comes back online after a family member's hospitalization

Hello. Did you miss me? Did you even notice I was gone? If you didn’t, it’s okay. I forgive you…this time. Just because there were all sorts of holidays and excitement and all that. But it’s true.  I have not posted in several weeks, which is the longest I’ve gone without posting since I started this here blog.

My husband is in the hospital. So that’s why I’ve been too busy to blog–or return emails, or do anything besides keep myself and my children alive. If you’re one of my guest bloggers, or anyone else who has been trying to get ahold of me, I apologize. I plan to return all emails by the end of the week. We’re also hoping my husband will be home by the end of the week, though that all depends on how he’s doing. In the meantime, I will be getting the blog slowly restarted, including re-launching my monthly “Parenting with Mental Illness” feature interviews. If you are a parent with a mental illness who would like to share your story on Betty’s Battleground, I’d be honored to feature you. Check out the guest post info page for more details and to find the links to the preliminary interviews. Since February is my birthday month, I’m thinking I’ll actually feature myself. But I thought it would be interesting to have YOU ask the questions for this. Interested? Guess I’ll find out. Leave a comment with your question or questions for me. I do reserve the right to skip anything, but unless it’s super creepy or requires me to disclose another person’s personal info, I probably won’t skip it.

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Is There Anybody Out There? Comment If You Can Hear Me

Leave a comment and tell me about you if you read bettysbattleground.com!

If you’re reading this, will you leave me a comment?

Every once in a while I get a message from a reader telling me that my blog resonates with her, that she appreciates my honesty, and that she appreciates that I’m giving voice to experiences and opinions that are often silenced. It feels really great. For someone who spends a lot of time alone–or rather, a lot of time in the company of people too young to articulate complex thoughts–it feels good to know that even though I often feel lonely and unheard, people actually do read what I write on occasion.

Sometimes those conversations continue and that person ends up writing a guest post, or we chat on Twitter* every once in a while, but often it ends with my “thank you.” I don’t get a chance to know these people who read my work.

Other times, I don’t get blog comments or these kinds of messages for days. Even the angry 12-step rebuttals tell me someone is reading, but when nothing comes in at all, the silence of my life begins to crowd around me and stuff up my head like a bad cold. So, I’ve decided to do a sort of “sound check!” Find out if anyone’s actually reading this, and by doing that, learn a thing or two about you (if you do, in fact, exist). I’m publishing a mini-survey to get you know you. Will you leave me a comment and tell me your answers–as many as you feel comfortable providing? Let me get to know you, too!

*about Twitter: Today, October 13th, I am staying off Twitter as part of a protest related to the Weinstein sexual harassment scandal (my computer was autosigned in when I opened it this morning but I didn’t check anything, I swear…and Crowdfire might autopost for me…it might a stupid version of participation, but I’m going to do my best because…fuck Trump) Rose McGowan made some statements about her experiences with the Hollywood creeper and had her account temporarily closed in response. Twitter released a statement assuring everyone that it was simply because she tweeted a personal phone number. Maybe that’s true, or maybe they were looking for an excuse to silence a woman speaking vehemently against a powerful Hollywood mogul. Who knows? What we do know is that Trump has been sending out tweets that may set off a nuclear war, and his account remains untouched–apparently, according to Twitter, because of his “newsworthiness.” Um. Wow. There won’t be any news when we’re all dead. Anyway, that is why I am participating. Any excuse to silence a woman speaking out about sexual violence, but when the idiot president violates the rules by insulting others and making threats of violence, it’s “too newsworthy” to stop. So you won’t see me on Twitter today, October 13 2017. 

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Do My Near-Death Experiences Prove Immortality?

Find out if humans are naturally immortal on bettysbattleground.com

Are humans immortal? Am I? These are the questions that land people like me in psych wards. Yet also the exact questions being posited by ‘biocentrism‘ researchers like Dr. Robert Lanza. And, according to some of his ideas, maybe even Einstein.

Well, there ya go. Einstein’s dead so there goes that theory! Or is he? No, I’m not going on a paranoid conspiracy theory rant. Nor am I speaking about immortality in the way we usually think about it…you know, a power hungry psuedo-deity with magical regenerative powers who is deathless and aware of it. Maybe that exists somewhere, but I’m not there yet. Right now, this is just an idea.

I’ve overdosed on heroin nine times. Some of those times, I was revived in everyday ways that medical personnel perform around the world constantly. Other times, I was alone, or with someone else who was passed out. People wake up from these things. It happens. It happened to me. It’s not necessarily a miracle. But the sheer number of times I have survived these near-death experiences is staggering. It’s not just the overdoses; I was also strangled by my ex to the point of seizure on numerous occasions. When you’re seizing from asphyxiation, you’re pretty damn close to dying. In fact, the first time he did it, I woke up to find him hovering over me asking if he had killed me.

I have lost count of how many times I have come close to dying, but I know one thing. I’m not dead. But what if I am? What if I did die, in another dimension…and my consciousness, the “light” through which I see, simply merged with another consciousness in this infinite universe that contains the me that survived. What if I am immortal? What if you are too?

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