Heart Break Blvd.

Since there is no recognition with case management, in tears, I turn south, to State and Federal agencies, who took a vow, and a pledge during their job interview to assist people who live daily with brains that have decided to no longer function properly, And when I cry for help, and try to tell them my needs, hopes and dreams, they in a sometimes very nasty manner, tell me they are very aware of what my needs are, yet their needs and mine do not match. And my dreams of independence become an empty void. This lane was again a waste of time and hope. They get paid I get NOTHING. so I turn to the East.

Case Manager Lane

If I turn North I will see a person, who is suppose to help look out for me, so I walk toward the individual waving franticly, But they don’t even recognize me even though we have known each other for three long years. Once again I am invisible.

No agreement...

You see, as far as I can imagine, one gorgeous day, as the variation of flowers bowed their hello’s and I marveled at the magical manner in which the birds never missed a beat as they sing ( even though there are no instructors for guidance). Have you ever noticed that?

Well on that day, within one moment there was a wrong turn taken and I ended up on Brain Injuries Road.

Without any written consent or formal agreement. It was on that road that the magical voices of the birds and the beauty of any flower became a nuisance and a threat. You see, Brain Injuries Road, is a road that is dark and gloomy, yet in the same way, sometimes comforting.

The Beginning

The date, time, and year is not really an important issue. What is important is the tragic after effect, that continuously rips out personal hearts and the hearts of loved ones. These tragic acts are of the utmost importance.

So, please come with me on my journey. I need you by my side, because I am afraid.