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 Prison Of Silence written by:  Pamela Ann Wyatt I’m in this prison of silence, Is there something in it for me? I’m in this prison of silence, I don’t want to be a tree. I’m in this prison of silence, I wish people wouldn’t be offended by me. I’m in this prison of silence, I believe one person has a key. I’m in this prison of silence, I just want to be free. I’m in this prison of silence, I believe I will be.

I don't know where to start.  This blog will be random thoughts that happened.  Some will be so silly things that I have said or done when I was a toddler about 3 years old.  That is about the earliest memory that I have.  The memory that my grandmother had was when I was about 3 years old, my grandmother told me her memory about her going to pick up my aunt and sister from school.  She said that I ran out to the car and said, "I'll drive grandma!"  I wanted to drive so bad and now I can't because of one of the medications I am on.  It is the Oxcarbazepine.  It is the medicine that the doctor at Baylor College of Medicine in Houston suggested it and my doctor prescribed it.  The medicine that was taken off of, one of the doctors at Baylor said it caused tardive dyskinesia.  I am actually starting to believe that it was just a habit.     Another memory that I had was when I spent the night with my grandmother.  I don't...