I've posted this on two other threads, not sure anyone cares that I repeat my self so I'll just post the link. But it was baby Benjamin Sargent that brought me here...his terrible, heinous death.
http://www.dreamindemon.com/forums/showpost.php?p=124365&postcount=6
Edit: repost in the event the link is changed.
I found the dreamindemon after searching for additional information on the Benjamin Sargent case. The beautiful child that was raised by monsters until his 5th month of life then allowed to die a terrible, grueling death. So I guess you can say death brought me to dreamindemon.
True crime has always been a fascination and curiosity for me. I have always had a natural...hmm, some might say, an unnatural curiosity about the dark and sinister behaviors I see committed by fellow humans. As a child I would rather watch, "Tales from the Darkside", "Night Gallery", "Twilight Zone" than some Disney movie. Later I really got into true crime shows and books, anything to do with murder and mayhem and the details involving the cases...I was drawn in like a magnet.
Today I watch a lot of True Crime TV shows and Dr. G, CSI's, Criminal Minds....etc.
The cases that really, really bother me most are those regarding the death of a child.
I just don't handle that kind of thing well, hard for me to process violence towards children ...immediately I want the bastard(s) to die for hurting or killing an innocent.
I believe with all my heart children are the "light of life". They are treasures and gifts...and though, occasionally, my own make me want to take up drinking and smoking two things I don't do very well...(damn, and I love mexican martini's so), I love them with all my soul.
Seriously, I adore my children and will kill any bastard that brings harm to them. So, it was a child case that brought me here and those that continues to draw me in. I feel strongly about remembering the victim, especially in cases where the victim is a helpless, innocent child. Admittedly I have those days after readings something so incredibly dark that I just say, no more, not again...I won't go back. But the truth is you can't go anywhere without hearing or reading about something terrible that has happened to a child. So then I return. At least here my my outrage, my utter and complete disillusion for humanity is not censored. I can vent and curse and holler and not be judged simply because my torment runs deep.
I have a mixed bag of emotions, I "feel too much" sometimes, with love and anguish then there are times I find the need to draw my sword, and just kill all the fuckn' evil bastards....
I do consider myself a deeply spiritual person with a side that despairs too much at times. But at the end all that matters to me is that I make a difference somehow, even in the smallest way. Be it a baby that didn't have a name when killed, a child gone missing and forgotten or the girl who's life went all so wrong to find herself dying in a dark ditch alone. I want to remember the names, the faces, not so much the manner of death but the life they should have had or the life they left all too soon.
Besides I'm a fucking addict now....oh, and yes, I'm a stay-home-mama, (past 5 yrs.), and never seem to have enough time on my hands but the time I sneak in for myself you can bet my Katana sword, you can usually find me on the dreamindemon and I make no excuses or apologies for that.
I don't have a decent digital pic of my sword but I found one online...go figure a Texan sling'n a sword and not a shotgun!