Trapped | my story

My name is Jacqueline Brooke Harrington, creator of Unhinged Wifey. This is my story.

I was born Monday, April 29, 1996 in Oklahoma to a young mother. My mom was still a high school student when she had me. My biological father was much older than her in his mid 20’s. He had began dating her when she was seventeen. And when his best friend impregnated his wife, he retaliated and impregnated my mom. He had been giving her drugs and alcohol, there was no way she was mature enough or in the right state of mind to make such a serious life decision.

Therefore, much of my early developmental years, I was under the care of my grandparents. My grandparents worked and had health issues, so much of my toddler years I was left unattended. I would walk outside and feed cows in the cow pasture, feed myself. My go to meal was a can of vienna sausages and grape soda. At two years old I knew how to work a can opener and climb trees. I knew how to open the feed and open the gate to the pasture.

How I survived, we do not know. At a very young age, I drank diesel fuel out of a cup that had been sitting on the table that was meant to start the fired of a wood burning stove. I survived. Survival seems to be all I know in this life.

My life has seemed to make me a warrior.

There has always been a presence around me, that is omnipresent in my life. So while I have been alone much of my life, I find deep comfort in the solitude because I have the omnipresence of the Universe with me, I call it God.

At the age of 5, we moved away from my grandparents. I began christian schools. I never seemed to keep friends, and I always took to art and creativity. My mind has never stopped. I lucid dream, and I never knew this was not normal for people. I remember as a kid, looking forward to falling asleep because I knew it would be an adventure.

My mom struggled with many demons, but she did always strive to provide the very best for me and my brother. She had left my biological dad and I was adopted by her husband and they shared a child together, my brother. My biologocal dad had two children older than me and eventually had three more after I met him.

My main source of comfort in this world came from my grandpa, I called him PaPa. He passed away when I was twelve from pulmonary fibrosis. No one told me he was dying, but I sensed it. Deeply sensed it. I did not know how to explain it, but I just felt something and kept having visions of his funeral and I kept singing amazing grace in the weeks leading to his death.

I remember the day he died. I walked in and he was in a recliner, in what is called the “death coma”. That point in a persons life where they are succumbing to death. They are asleep, but still breathing. I went right up to him, surrounded by both familiar and unfamiliar faces.

I began speaking to him, begging for him to wake up and say something. I grabbed his hand and kneeled in front of him, while everyone told me he could not hear me, I was determined. I did not listen to them, then when I finally had one last thing “papa, I love you” he squeezed my hand and said “i love you too baby” right after this, I was forced to go to sleep.

In this sleep, I woke up to a bright light, and seen my body laying in bed. I walked down the hall and my papa was standing there with the hospice nurse that was next to him the whole time he sat in the chair. I ran up tp him and hugged him and I remember shouting “your better!” and he said “I am baby, but I have to go” and in that moment, I was awoken to my grandmother and mother shaking me. It was dark. I remember being walked out the door and down the hall. It was bone chilliing silent and my papa was no longer in his chair. They basically dragged my resisting body outside and told me he had died. I remember this loud ripping sound that sounded similar to lightning striking and seeing nothing but blackness as my legs gave out and I screamed.

That moment I had no idea, how special yet horrific it was. I succumbed to the pain. Depression set in. I found joy in little things like reading, sports and friends, but I was numb. I knew I could hear and feel my papas soul speaking to me, but I cried for years.

Then one day, at 18, I began having spirits of other people come to me in dreams. I reached out and was accurate. I them became curious to see if I was gifted. I joined mediumship facebook groups and put my abilities to the test. Before I knew it, I was the youngest known spirit medium in the state of Oklahoma and became widely known as The Oklahoma Medium. I became the leading psychic in the entire state, with a 100% recommendation rate.

I traveled all over Oklahoma doing readings post privately and for crowds of people. My mission: Prooving God is real and Heaven exists. I was a visionary.

Then flash forward to March 23, 2021 where I was sexually assaulted and my spine was broke by former chiropractor, Mark Kimble.

My seemingly perfect life, turned very dark. While I was born into darkness, this felt like the most heinous form of darkness I have ever battled. It entrapped me. I slowly watched everything and everyone I love seemingly disapait in my life. I don’t know what is worse, actual death or feeling dead to those you loved dearly.

This loneliness gave me more insight and helped me face every fear I have ever had in my life. I began speaking my truth, sharing the darkness that no one ever knew I had endured. No one knew, because “The Oklahoma Medium” was such a light for so many. People didn’t realize the hell I actually came from, because I embody so much love.

Yet, through the darkest time of my life, many people turned away from me. Because, I seemed too broken for them. I walked away from doing readings. I wanted to experience life outside of being a placed in the spotlight as a beacon of hope for everyone, especially when I was trying to find out how in the world I could fix injuries that the doctors keep telling me that there is no options for me, and to just accept it.

I became Trapped in a broken body that lives with unbearable physical pain. I live with level 6-8 spine pain, but I am still determined to find healing to prove to this world that God exists and he can mend anything. He mended my grief of my grandfather when I embraced that Jesus brought life to souls and that my grandfather was not dead, but merely transitioned into a life beyond the human eye can see.

I explored arts, found joy in comedy, and truth.

I learned to surrender everything, to put my entire faith in God. Because it is He who has been there for me through the beginning. It is He who brought me into this world, not for my earthly parents but to be His child and to show the world that Love does exist, and His love is found through love for ourselves and gratitude for all the experiences, both good and bad.

Because it is us who have the ability to choose who we are, despite what we have been through.

It is us who have the ability to choose how we carry ourselves. This life is not about vengence, vengence is for the week. It is about how we choose to love ourselves, have gratitude and embody peace in a world that fights against it. Because when we embody peace and choose to love, that is how we defeat the evil of this world and we become no longer trapped by its grip.

Jesus challenged the old testament and eradicated it, creating the New Testament.

If you are reading this, it is because God wants you to know the Old Testament is no longer applicable and is demonic. It teaches “eye for an eye” but Jesus, he teaches Love. If we want to save ourselves and the world, we will choose love, or forever be trapped in eternal hell.

Choose love, choose peace. The world needs it.

XX,

Unhinged Wifey