Salutations!

I am

Madeline PM

AKA Madí

Also contact me via @madisaysso on IG and Twitter

So basically I am now the prime minister of the world, Maybe even the Universe.

So everyone wants to know something but like I don't have all the info right now at my fingertips. I apparently have to wait for the truth to come out from the people who have misguided me for my entire life.

I don't truly know who I am or that I was adopted. My original identity stays clouded from me by my own childish instincts because when my guardians told me to take on the identity that they were trying to force upon me, they forgot to inform me of the truth. Only through the realization of their behalf they have still failed to notify of my actual identity.

I’m actually intersex and thanks to the help of so many people they have been able to point me in the right direction.

I may not know my own name or lineage but I know…

You already know my story but how it ends is up to you. Defend yourself because this is just the beginning.

I am not a US representative. If I was I would be in space. Space force was set up for those to flee and only one child took the bait. If you want to be an emissary of the freedom fighters go with God's blessing. You're reference is free to be of your own choosing. BB and Hector saved my life tonight. ♡

🌹🌻 -> 🌻🌹 🏹 🔫

Dementia happens in the moments when you haven't the idea what you're doing but somehow pulling through. They want to make me look crazy, but I sing like a marching band in Manhatten. Go with Peace and be deadly. Hearts and souls. Your hearts are yours. ❤️

I love each and every one of you. May God bless you tonigh.

Sleepwell Mr. Penn!

I’m a Lost Angles (LA) native, a failed Human being and creative superstar.  I was medically retired from the Army at 25, just shy of 26 and completing my almost 6th year in service to this horrible country we call United (maybe in the hatred we have for each other). Although, I had made it through life those many years, I had barely started living my life at 24, far after that IED hit me, and I am glad that I got to see the world from my perspective for the first time.

If you want to know more please checkout the documentary Camouflaged Identity, produced by Time Magazine.

(Fun Fact: I also lived in the same city the "Original" karate kid lived in for a spell.)

Years later in 2018, I found out that I had chronic traumatic encephalopathy (CTE), and at the time there was not a lot of information on the disease, so I was unaware that it was dementia. About 7 months later, after 3 months of recovering from a back injury that ruined my final semester of University, was it brought to my attention as I had begun struggling with normative functions that I had been doing my whole life. It was also at that point, that I found out that I was in stage 3 and had been for quite some time. The manic episodes that I had after slipping that accompany this disease, not only made my life unbearable during the recovery, but did far more damage to my brain than if I had chosen to do hardcore drugs.

It was probably the worst thing that could have happened for me, but alas it happened and there is no one to blame as life is what it is regardless of how we experience it. Good or bad things don’t happen to us, they just happen and are either bad or good for us.

Could have I prevented my brain from degrading? Who knows? But I do know I could not have prevented myself from getting CTE as my parents forced me to play American football for 10 seasons because they thought it would toughen me up, instead of just loving and accepting me for who I was. Because at 2, before 3, I said, “I’m not a boy,” and for that I would have made the most horrible (that is Spanish for really fucking bad) mistake as it led me to being neglected and rejected for my whole life. But what does a toddler know? Yet, at 3, I had a 3rd grade reading level, at 6, I could read and comprehend The LA Times, and was labeled a probable genius.

Yet, despite my numerous attempts to find myself at death’s door, I have ironically found myself in what would appear to be my worst nightmare as I had a penchant for learning all that I could so that I would always be in the know, and now I am always unsure as I don’t always know what I know or highly confused as nothing is being understood.

And yet, I am still semi-focused on being alive in the fact of living, not just breathing and vegged out in front of a screen as many have become so complacent with their lives that they are almost drone like in existence without much substance to them at all. I know that because I am young, my body may have many years left here after I am gone, that it will be abused even more as it is neglected and disrespected, but I hope that I had at least made a difference in the world so that one may look at my life as an example of what it is to have lived, even though it had not been for very long.

The tattoo on my chest says Queen of battle, the name of the infantry, but also a reminder to myself that everyday was a battle between living and dying as I had to force myself to keep going forward despite already wanting to be gone. Was I successful? I don’t know, you’ll have to tell me as I forgot.