
Turf Wars: Post-Op and Preyed On…
I came home to heal. He came to conquer.
One week in the hospital. Surgery. Painkillers. IV drips. Kind strangers held my hand and helped me sit up. A near-death experience, and somehow… peace.
I returned home tender, stitched, and craving only silence, a cuppa, and my turf stove.
But Bully? He had other plans.
The very next day, he blocked my turf shed with what can only be described as a Jurassic-era farm monstrosity. Rusted. Hulking. Dumped like a territorial piss-mark right outside my window.
It wasn’t just a machine-it was a message.
“You may have survived the spider, the surgery, the hospital. But don’t get too comfortable. This is still MY turf.”
And that’s what he does best: invade, disrupt, dominate. Always when you’re weakest. It’s not even original – it’s his greatest hit.
While I lay in bed healing, he rolled in with noise and fumes, grunting ego and tractor grease.
“I barked. I paced. I knew it wasn’t right. She was finally safe. And then he showed up, bringing the bad energy back.”
-Heff
He can’t handle my recovery. My survival. My refusal to crawl.
But here’s what he doesn’t know:
I’m not the same woman who left in that ambulance.
Something changed in that hospital. Something shed.
And his prehistoric games?
Let them fossilize.
Lesson of the Day: Your Energy Is Sacred.
Not everyone will respect your boundaries.
Not everyone will celebrate your healing.
Some people only feel powerful when you feel small.
But here’s the truth:
Your energy is sacred.
It’s not a battleground. It’s not a dumping ground.
And it’s definitely not a place for dinosaurs in rusty tractors.
Every time you say no, every time you protect your peace, you teach the world how to treat you, and you teach yourself that you matter.
Your healing will unsettle the people who benefited from your silence.
Let it.
Because your recovery isn’t just physical. It’s spiritual. Emotional. Cellular.
You are not here to be invaded. You are here to inhabit yourself fully.
And that? That’s the most powerful thing of all.
Here is the link to the 2nd Blog Post I ever wrote, and it’s about this:

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