{"id":2315,"date":"2009-05-12T07:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-05-12T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/static\/?p=2315"},"modified":"2012-02-02T07:55:53","modified_gmt":"2012-02-02T12:55:53","slug":"i-cant-go-home-its-not-home-anymore-daughter-of-jane-davis-uk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/2009\/i-cant-go-home-its-not-home-anymore-daughter-of-jane-davis-uk\/","title":{"rendered":""I can't go home. It's not home anymore." (United Kingdom)"},"content":{"rendered":"

“I can’t go home.\u00a0 It’s not home anymore. You walk into a cold damp house and remember the memories, then remember what has taken them away, and it hits like a brick wall travelling at 100 mph. Then all the emotions you’ve been suppressing rise and you get so angry”—Anonymous, UK (5-11-09)*<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

*For reasons that become obvious as you read on, this young woman has requested that her name be withheld—Ed.<\/span><\/p>\n

\""Grief<\/a>
\n“Grief V,” by <\/span>Donna Cleary<\/span><\/a>, with appreciation<\/span><\/p>\n

It’s not fair.\u00a0 I’m young.\u00a0 Three years is a long time, and so far it’s ruined my life.\u00a0 I’m attempting to rebuild it, now, but every time I go back it’s painful.<\/p>\n

I can’t go home.\u00a0 It’s not home anymore. You walk into a cold damp house and remember the memories, then remember what has taken them away, and it hits like a brick wall travelling at 100 mph. Then all the emotions you’ve been suppressing rise and you get so angry.<\/p>\n

I have dreamed of very imaginative ways to get rid of them. None, I feel, will work, and if they did I’d go to jail.<\/p>\n

I can’t express the hate and anger I feel.<\/p>\n

So how has a wind farm 900 metres away from my home affected me? It has changed me forever, changed my life forever. It has ripped every foundation I ever had and replaced it with chocolate—strong when cold, but as soon as it gets warm, it melts.<\/p>\n

You can say, I know how it feels.\u00a0 You will never, never know how hard life has been until you’ve had your world pulled from you while you’ve been kicking and screaming.<\/p>\n

Sometimes it just would have been easier to jump.<\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“I can’t go home.\u00a0 It’s not home anymore. You walk into a cold damp house and remember the memories, then remember what has taken them away, and it hits like a brick wall travelling at 100 mph. Then all the emotions you’ve been suppressing rise and you get so angry”—Anonymous, UK (5-11-09)* *For reasons that become obvious as you read on, this young woman has requested that her name be withheld—Ed. “Grief V,” by Donna Cleary, with appreciation<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[166],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2315"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2315"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2315\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2315"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2315"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.windturbinesyndrome.com\/static\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2315"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}