by OPOVV, ©2020
(May 23, 2020) — Not a day goes by when I don’t think about the last hour that I never thought I would ever see.
And as evening approaches, I think about fearing the nightmares that I used to have.
As the sun rises I am forever grateful that I made it through without waking up in the middle of the night, shaking with the cold sweats, not knowing where I am, trying to figure it out while looking around for some key to where I am and what’s happening, so I shed tears of frustration and fear. And then I slowly come out of it, my heart pounding as if I just came out of a fight to the death. I’m sitting up in a bed but it takes a while to know where the bed is.
And during the day I am forever grateful that I made it back when so many others didn’t. And a part of me envies the ones who didn’t make it, which is a cross that I must bear alone until my end.
Sharon Rondeau has operated The Post & Email since April 2010, focusing on the Obama birth certificate investigation and other government corruption news. She has reported prolifically on constitutional violations within Tennessee’s prison and judicial systems.