An Expression of Peace

 Days pass as butterflies fly by.  The rain falls, and I receive a few calls.  I keep my spirits up though dark clouds are in the sky.  Rain pours down, and lightning crashes.  When hostility comes my way, I try to adjust the light around me.  After writing the last piece, no one has intruded on my space with warlockry.  The heavens must have heard me.  I believe that the intrusion was also a use of gift of prophecy.  I did check my phone for texts and emails.  I have never had a fight with my mother in my life.  I have always held my tongue.  In the car the other day, I finally tried to express myself, but her rage became apparent, and I just shut down.  That is as close as I have gotten to a fight with her.  She just sent me a 3-paragraph text.  She stated the terms of my very humiliating lease with her and my stepfather.  It entails me taking my meds properly and not drinking alcohol.  I told her that I do not take drink alcohol and that I am taking my meds as ordered because that is the case.  In the lease, they also said that they could come in any time for emergency purposes.  I wish not to be disturbed.  I am doing nothing wrong, and I am very angry at her.  She shows up out of "concern" and calls very agitated all the time when I am physically ill if I do not respond to her in a day.  She said in the text that they have tried to not enter my space when not invited.  That is not the case, and other parties know that.  She has even brought the police when not needed, and they just ushered her out.  I need my space to heal.  She also mentioned my cat, Pharaoh.  It really sounded like a threat because she said, "I hope our 'contract'(which she put in quotes) will continue to work for us and Pharaoh."  I am trying to save money now just in case this situation becomes something that is not workable for them anymore.  I have been very grateful for the help they have given me with this space and with rides at times.  I want peace, not war, but I am tired of intrusion, and I am tired of a family system that defines things that restrict expression by calling it illness, especially when I deal so quietly with my pain.