Irene Rose Johnson
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A BRIGHTER FUTURE
Today is Tuesday October the 16, 2020 and I have decided to finish my book by the 16th so I am giving myself a deadline finally and a goal. It has been very difficult trying to do these things while constantly being shuffled around or harassed in one way or another however I am proud of myself that during all over the turmoil I have still managed to stay strong and not get into any bad habits that would potentially ruin me. I have been tested many times within the last year ever since I had my hand injury and at first I was very defensive. Going to church really helped me a lot because it seemed I felt abandoned by my sister and x which was extremely hurtful. Then I went through all the harassment by police swat teams among other strange unexplainable situations to finding a place on Hero Way and Ronald Reagan Blvd in Leander. I felt this was a good place for me at the time because I joined the VFW Auxiliary there and continued with a new therapist and continued going to church. Then I felt uneasy when I realized my roommate's wife had cameras on me while they were in India and I moved to Kemah to be closer to my grandmother, mother and father. I don't regret going there because I was able to spend time with my grandmother who turned 100 years old this year and my mom. I do regret moving to the area next to an old friend from 20 years ago who has become an alcoholic. I also regret confiding in her about the disagreements between my sister and I because I feel like she used it to make me look bad or "crazy" as she was telling others. Even though I kept to myself there were rumors being spread about me the whole time I lived there that I wasn't aware of until it stared to affect me personally. I started having issues getting my mail, prescriptions, prices were inflated at the stores. I started being followed every time I left my condo. I wasn't able to call my mom or friends because the phone would go to voicemail and they couldn't call me either. Then one night I went out I was drugged and ended up getting arrested for DWI then held against my will for a week in jail. I was stripped naked, drugged again, then mentally tormented about my son and father. Then while I was in alone in a cell naked and hallucinating a woman came up and asked me if I had any jewelry or anything of value to help me post bail I said no. Then I went into another holding cell and a lady in there told me that she heard me asking for a Doctor and if I felt like I had been drugged. I told her yes and she looked at another lady as if to say it was her. Then I went to the nurse and she took my blood and told me I wasn't "pregnant' which was very strange because I hadn't had sex in over a year. Then I was held for a week in a pod with these women who were mocking me and keeping me awake all night talking about all sorts of gross things like drugs and other things that I would rather not remember because they made me very uncomfortable. My constitutional rights were violated and I was treated inhumane and falsely accused of a DWI even though I wasn't drinking or driving. Then when I got out my apartment had been ransacked and land documents missing along with my passport and medication. My cats were left without the air conditioner on and with no water, food or litter box. Also when I went to jail I had my contacts on and when I got out I had my glasses on and I didn't have my house keys but had to get them from a suspicious tow truck driver that charged me $500 to get my car out from some place called "Dash Towing" that was owned by some lady in New York.
By Irene Rose Johnson5 years ago in Motivation
Life is a Beach!
Life's a beach! My mother was walking up the stairs of my Great Grandma Puckett Huntington's house in Galveston Island, Texas and went into labor with me. I was born at 1:30 p.m. at John Sealy Hospital on thanksgiving day November 25, 1976. My grandma worked at Bank of Galveston and my dad would carry me in my baby carrier showing me off to everyone in the bank saying “See my daughter!”. He was so proud of me and so was my mom and they nicknamed me “Love”. My mother was born in Port Isabel, Texas on August 1, 1952. Port Isabel is a small island in south Texas near South Padre Island, Texas. My mom has five sisters Margie, Irma, Minerva, Chave and Dolores and one brother Norberto Jr. My grandparents Isabel and Norberto Perez were active in their community. They were restaurant owners and the President and Vice President of the V.F.W. because my grandpa was in the navy. My grandmother was also the President of the Auxiliary and they would raise money for the V.F.W. by having dances and selling plates of BBQ. My grandmother said that they raised so much money that they could buy a new facility for the V.F.W. in Port Isabel.
By Irene Rose Johnson6 years ago in Families
