Imagination, something i never thought i had. A dumb bitch like me, well so i thought. So i was brought to believe. But as child growing up amongst abuse and neglect i use to imagine being adopted, having a loving, caring family. A family who would take me on a holiday and replaced school shoes that were falling apart. A family that would put me first as a child, not booze and sex like my mother. We was at the bottom of the pile.

But as it turns out im not the dumb bitch i was brought up to believe. I’m not thick or stupid. Okay im not great at Maths but I have skills and knowledge in other areas, like most people. Im knowledgeable about horses and horse husbandry, Plants and trees, I know how to bake and decorate cakes which does take skill and patience.  Ive also managed to keep three children and a husband alive and my house is still stadning so my cookery skills are good too, and ive never had any complaints. Im also a dab hand at computing too and the go to person in the office when something goes wrong.

Ive also learned how to do poetry too, I can I assume you need some form of imagination for that too. When I was suffering with depression my imagination went in the wrong direction, with hideous dark thoughts. I’m happy that those thoughts no longer exist and hoping they stay away forever. Imagination is not just for children but adults too.

Karina ❤️

Author: karinao86

Mother of 3 boys, wife to one man and lover of horses. Mental health sufferer in recovery.

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