Words have different meanings for ME

Do you speak my language?

These days, I ask a lot of questions. I ask if I understood correctly?

I tell myself to slow down. My body cannot handle the stress….so I do fewer things.

I feel I am just getting started…..

I look at my daughters and realise they are little human beings….and THEY sustained me? Well….always making me laugh….making me laugh to make up for all the crying.   I see my girls.

Everyday I recognise a new symptom or an aspect of this disease….(my definition of disease: something thats contagious and spreads across manmade borders) Somedays I get very confused about my reality as I know it. Sometimes I cry for the girl on the Moon



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About Me

An English diarist and naval administrator. I served as administrator of the Royal Navy and Member of Parliament. I had no maritime experience, but I rose to be the Chief Secretary to the Admiralty under both King Charles II and King James II through patronage, diligence, and my talent for administration.


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