When I was a kid, my father was abusive. Physically, Mentally, Emotionally, and sexually. I was his favorite target. I never understood why he had so much hate for me. My father is a USMC Vietnam Vet. He came back from the war to a country that hated him. I amnot sure if he struggled with PTSD or not, but he was alcoholic and his rage was incredible. I was afraid of him, but was also proud of him. It's a strange combination of feelings. He is at heart a good man. I could always see that good. I saw a lot growing up that was awful.

When I was 18 and on my own, I was living with a friend and in exchange for rent i watched her kids. Her middle child got very sick. I did too. One night, our temps spiked to 105. I didn't have a car, no cell phones existed, and so I ran to pay phone and got advice from my mom. I then ran a tepid bath and we climbed in, in our clothes. I managed to reduce her temp and it broke for her overnight. The following morning I lay in bed, half sleeping listening to my friend talk downstairs. My room suddenly filled with light, opposite my window, coming from the ceiling. I felt my spirit lift out of my body, like floating. I was free from the heaviness and God was asking me to come home.

I didn't want to go. He said I had seen enough pain and i could go with him.

I asked to stay. I said there was much more I wanted to do and see.

So he left. And I felt heavy again. And I cried. But he had given me the choice.

I never told anyone this before.

Since then, I've seen horrible things. I was raped, I was beaten, I drank to much. I played hard. I've worked hard. I rescued a child from abuse. I've helped many people, but I've always felt there is more to my journey. There's something I'm supposed to do.

I found Q. And I learned.

Something happened I haven't shared here. I went off track and read too much into a Grassley tweet. I found a bad article about Trey Gowdy and I posted it. Then realized, in my horror, that it was wrong.

I didn't know how to delete it and anons went crazy researching. You came and tried to pull them back.

Then Martin Luther King day, I was up all night, no sleep, and for some reason a song popped into my head. I went crazy trying to remember what movie it was from. I knew I had it and pulled it out and watched it. It was unreal.. so many things in my life in that movie were the same. Then there was the scene, the speech in the church. About uniting against THEM. In the bakground, on the wall, a picture of MLK.

I've been a patriot all my life. I can still recote the Gettysburg Address from 6th grade. I'm 46.

There are no coincidences, there's a reason I'm here. I just need to figure it out.

Thank you for waking me up. I will do whatever is needed. Seriously considering running for office. Know that I support you, these anons are amazing, and I love this country.