New Release in March 2012
In 2010 Terri Louise suffered an industrial accident. She took a long ambulance
ride to the hospital, only to be kicked out hours later because she had no insurance and only "back pain". The doctor refused her tests and would not accept the workman's compensation as her way to pay. She suffered two weeks in
bed waiting for the swelling to recede to have a vital surgery to her spine. During this period her EX-husband sued her for custody of their son. Her attorney refused to help her and would not let an associate assist her either. A month later her son moved into a home with an abusive passive aggressive alcoholic and Terri started writing. With little to no money, she needed
therapy to get through this disaster and words were all she had. Born from her recovery bed, came the "Diaries of a Damaged Soul" series. First "Divorce, Girlfriends, Phone Calls, and Why He Makes Me Sick!" and now, "Legs, trains,
and is this REALLY a Hospital?". Devastated by her injury, countless hours
learning to be patient about her healing, physical therapist appointments and
bottles of ibuprofen later, Terri walks fairly well, and misses her son. THESE
are her hours upon hours of suffering, prayers, horrors, court room dramas, and
laughter, as she walks back into life as a handicapped mom.
ride to the hospital, only to be kicked out hours later because she had no insurance and only "back pain". The doctor refused her tests and would not accept the workman's compensation as her way to pay. She suffered two weeks in
bed waiting for the swelling to recede to have a vital surgery to her spine. During this period her EX-husband sued her for custody of their son. Her attorney refused to help her and would not let an associate assist her either. A month later her son moved into a home with an abusive passive aggressive alcoholic and Terri started writing. With little to no money, she needed
therapy to get through this disaster and words were all she had. Born from her recovery bed, came the "Diaries of a Damaged Soul" series. First "Divorce, Girlfriends, Phone Calls, and Why He Makes Me Sick!" and now, "Legs, trains,
and is this REALLY a Hospital?". Devastated by her injury, countless hours
learning to be patient about her healing, physical therapist appointments and
bottles of ibuprofen later, Terri walks fairly well, and misses her son. THESE
are her hours upon hours of suffering, prayers, horrors, court room dramas, and
laughter, as she walks back into life as a handicapped mom.
First in the "Diaries of a Damaged Series"
This is a reality based non-fiction diary of a mother of two. When I sent my daughter off to college, I said goodbye to my husband. He surprised me with a "Talk" on the back porch, where he explained that he couldn't do this anymore. I was confused and disoriented. He left and emptied the checking account. I was
into a three month recovery from spinal surgery. Stunned, broke and without work, I pulled myself up by my bootstraps, fed my eleven year old son, braced my college daughter, and said enough is enough!!!! I did not know "How"
verbally abused I was until he was gone. I did not know how his alcoholism had destroyed our marriage or even how elaborate his lies had become, until he was gone. People approached me about things he had done and how awful he was. I had lived through it, and until then, I did not know I was living with a passive aggressive personality. But, I learned and I learned, and then, I knew how he did, what he did, and why. THEN, I started to heal. Please don't be afraid to
enter into this not so wonderful story. But know, so far......its been better than a fairytale. I am free.
into a three month recovery from spinal surgery. Stunned, broke and without work, I pulled myself up by my bootstraps, fed my eleven year old son, braced my college daughter, and said enough is enough!!!! I did not know "How"
verbally abused I was until he was gone. I did not know how his alcoholism had destroyed our marriage or even how elaborate his lies had become, until he was gone. People approached me about things he had done and how awful he was. I had lived through it, and until then, I did not know I was living with a passive aggressive personality. But, I learned and I learned, and then, I knew how he did, what he did, and why. THEN, I started to heal. Please don't be afraid to
enter into this not so wonderful story. But know, so far......its been better than a fairytale. I am free.
