{"id":17651,"date":"2026-04-09T16:07:36","date_gmt":"2026-04-09T16:07:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651"},"modified":"2026-04-09T16:07:36","modified_gmt":"2026-04-09T16:07:36","slug":"four-nights-alone-in-walter-reed-my-ribs-screaming-with-every-breath-and-then-my-phone-buzzed-your-account-has-been-frozen-i-stared-at-the-screen-in-disbelief-trembling","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651","title":{"rendered":"Four nights alone in Walter Reed, my ribs screaming with every breath, and then my phone buzzed\u2014\u201cYour account has been frozen.\u201d I stared at the screen in disbelief, trembling. \u201cMom\u2026 what did you do?\u201d Sixty-seven messages, seventy missed calls, none asking if I was alive\u2014just fighting over my money. I realized then that the people I trusted most could also betray me. And as I hung up, I knew this was just the beginning."},"content":{"rendered":"

Four nights in a military hospital can feel longer than a deployment.<\/p>\n

My name is Claire Dawson, a Staff Sergeant stationed near Fort Belvoir. The accident happened during what should have been a routine convoy training exercise. A Humvee ahead of us clipped a rut, swerved, and our vehicle rolled. I remember the violent tilt, the grinding sound of metal, and then a sharp crack in my ribs as everything went sideways.<\/p>\n

When I woke up in Walter Reed Military Medical Center, the first thing I saw was the white ceiling tiles and a medic leaning over me saying the word stable<\/em>. Two fractured ribs and a torn shoulder tendon. Painful, but survivable.<\/p>\n

What I didn\u2019t expect was the silence.<\/p>\n

My phone sat on the hospital table beside me for four days. No messages from my mom Karen. No call from my dad Paul. Not even a quick text from my younger sister Madison asking if I was okay.<\/p>\n

Each evening I told myself they were just busy. Maybe they were worried and didn\u2019t know what to say. Maybe they planned to visit tomorrow.<\/p>\n

Tomorrow never came.<\/p>\n

On the third day my commander stopped by in uniform with a card signed by my platoon. \u201cYour family hasn\u2019t contacted the unit,\u201d he said carefully. \u201cJust making sure you\u2019re covered.\u201d<\/p>\n

I forced a smile and told him I was fine. Soldiers get good at saying that.<\/p>\n

Late on the fourth night, my phone suddenly buzzed so hard it slid across the table. For a moment my heart jumped. I thought maybe someone from my family had finally remembered me.<\/p>\n

Instead, it was a bank alert.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour account has been temporarily restricted due to suspicious activity.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

My stomach dropped. I opened the banking app and saw the balance locked at zero available funds. A pending transfer sat at the top of the screen\u2014almost my entire savings scheduled to move out at 8:00 a.m.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The login device listed in the activity log ended with a phone number I recognized instantly.<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s number.<\/p>\n

Hands shaking, I opened our family group chat for the first time in days.<\/p>\n

Sixty-seven messages appeared.<\/p>\n

None of them asked if I was alive.<\/p>\n

They were arguing about my money.<\/p>\n

And the pending transfer was scheduled to complete in eight minutes.<\/strong><\/p>\n

By 7:58 a.m., Nurse Lopez had helped prop me up in bed while I called the bank\u2019s fraud department. The hospital social worker, Ms. Patel, stood beside me with a clipboard, already sensing something serious was unfolding.<\/p>\n

\u201cI did not authorize this transfer,\u201d I told the bank representative, forcing my voice to stay calm. \u201cI\u2019m currently admitted to Walter Reed Military Medical Center. I can verify my identity.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a pause while he checked the account history.<\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am,\u201d he said carefully, \u201cthe login attempts are coming from a previously trusted device connected to your account.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhose device?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cA phone number ending in 1147.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s.<\/p>\n

Years earlier, before my first deployment, she had asked to help manage my bills while I was overseas. I had granted her limited access through a basic financial authorization. At the time it felt responsible\u2014almost thoughtful.<\/p>\n

Now it felt like a trap I had set for myself.<\/p>\n

Thankfully, the bank halted the pending transfer minutes before it processed. My account remained frozen while they reset security credentials, but the money was safe.<\/p>\n

For the first time since the accident, anger cut through the fog of medication.<\/p>\n

I opened the family group chat again and began reading.<\/p>\n

Madison: She\u2019s probably exaggerating again.<\/em><\/p>\n

Mom: If she\u2019s unconscious someone has to handle her money.<\/em><\/p>\n

Madison: The lake house deposit is due tomorrow.<\/em><\/p>\n

Mom: She owes us after everything we did for her.<\/em><\/p>\n

My chest tightened, and it wasn\u2019t from the broken ribs.<\/p>\n

I called my dad.<\/p>\n

He answered immediately, sounding relieved. \u201cClaire? Your mom said you didn\u2019t want visitors.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not true,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cDid you know she was in my bank account trying to move my savings?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a long silence.<\/p>\n

\u201cI saw her using the laptop,\u201d he admitted. \u201cShe said she was helping pay your bills.\u201d<\/p>\n

Before he could say more, I asked him to put the phone on speaker.<\/p>\n

My mother\u2019s voice came through sharp and impatient. \u201cClaire, you\u2019re overreacting. Madison and Tyler needed help with a deposit on a lake house. It\u2019s an investment.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou tried to move my entire savings,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have a stable military paycheck,\u201d she snapped. \u201cMadison is starting a family.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then my sister chimed in casually. \u201cYou weren\u2019t using the money anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

I felt something inside me settle\u2014not sadness, not shock, but clarity.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you put my name on the mortgage application?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Madison hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s temporary,\u201d she said quickly. \u201cThe lender just needed a stronger income profile.\u201d<\/p>\n

Across the room, the JAG legal officer who had arrived moments earlier looked up sharply.<\/p>\n

Using my name on a loan without my permission wasn\u2019t just a family argument.<\/p>\n

It was fraud.<\/p>\n

And at that moment, I decided I was done protecting them from the consequences.<\/p>\n

Within hours, the situation moved from family drama to formal investigation.<\/p>\n

The JAG officer helped me revoke the limited power of attorney I had once given my mother. We documented everything: the login records from the bank, the screenshots of the family chat, and the timeline proving I had been hospitalized when the transfer attempts and loan paperwork occurred.<\/p>\n

Then we contacted the mortgage lender.<\/p>\n

Their fraud department responded faster than I expected. Once they reviewed the documents, they froze the loan application immediately. The signature session tied to my name had originated from my mother\u2019s home IP address, not from me.<\/p>\n

That alone raised enough red flags to halt the entire process.<\/p>\n

Madison and her fianc\u00e9 couldn\u2019t close on the lake house.<\/p>\n

Instead, they received calls from investigators.<\/p>\n

My mother left several voicemails over the following days. Some sounded apologetic, others angry.<\/p>\n

\u201cFamily doesn\u2019t turn each other in,\u201d she said in one message.<\/p>\n

But what she called betrayal, I had started seeing as survival.<\/p>\n

After I was discharged from the hospital, two friends from my platoon helped drive me home. They carried my bags, helped me up the stairs, and made sure my fridge was stocked for the week.<\/p>\n

None of them were related to me.<\/p>\n

Yet they showed up.<\/p>\n

Over the next month, I rebuilt my financial security from scratch. I opened a new account at a different bank, moved my military direct deposit, locked my credit, and changed every password connected to my life.<\/p>\n

My dad eventually visited my apartment one evening. He looked older than I remembered, tired from weeks of arguments at home.<\/p>\n

\u201cI should have stopped it sooner,\u201d he said quietly.<\/p>\n

I told him something that surprised even me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can stop it now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Not long after, he moved his own accounts away from my mother and started creating distance.<\/p>\n

Madison never apologized. The last message she sent me read: You ruined everything.<\/em><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t respond.<\/p>\n

Months later, my shoulder healed, my finances stabilized, and my career remained intact. What hurt most wasn\u2019t the accident or the hospital nights.<\/p>\n

It was realizing that sometimes the people you expect to protect you are the ones you must protect yourself from.<\/p>\n

But if there\u2019s one thing I learned through all of this, it\u2019s that loyalty isn\u2019t defined by blood.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s defined by who shows up when things fall apart.<\/p>\n

If you\u2019ve ever faced something similar\u2014family conflict, financial betrayal, or learning to set hard boundaries\u2014I\u2019d genuinely like to hear your story too.<\/p>\n

Because sometimes sharing experiences is how we remind each other that we\u2019re not alone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Four nights in a military hospital can feel longer than a deployment. My name is Claire Dawson, a Staff Sergeant stationed near Fort Belvoir. The accident happened during what should have been a routine convoy training exercise. A Humvee ahead of us clipped a rut, swerved, and our vehicle rolled. I remember the violent tilt, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":17656,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17651","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-life-new"],"yoast_head":"\nFour nights alone in Walter Reed, my ribs screaming with every breath, and then my phone buzzed\u2014\u201cYour account has been frozen.\u201d I stared at the screen in disbelief, trembling. \u201cMom\u2026 what did you do?\u201d Sixty-seven messages, seventy missed calls, none asking if I was alive\u2014just fighting over my money. I realized then that the people I trusted most could also betray me. And as I hung up, I knew this was just the beginning. - True Stories<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Four nights alone in Walter Reed, my ribs screaming with every breath, and then my phone buzzed\u2014\u201cYour account has been frozen.\u201d I stared at the screen in disbelief, trembling. \u201cMom\u2026 what did you do?\u201d Sixty-seven messages, seventy missed calls, none asking if I was alive\u2014just fighting over my money. I realized then that the people I trusted most could also betray me. And as I hung up, I knew this was just the beginning. - True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Four nights in a military hospital can feel longer than a deployment. My name is Claire Dawson, a Staff Sergeant stationed near Fort Belvoir. The accident happened during what should have been a routine convoy training exercise. A Humvee ahead of us clipped a rut, swerved, and our vehicle rolled. I remember the violent tilt, […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"True Stories\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-04-09T16:07:36+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/A_dramatic_cinematic_202604092207-1.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"558\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"true love\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"6 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651\",\"name\":\"Four nights alone in Walter Reed, my ribs screaming with every breath, and then my phone buzzed\u2014\u201cYour account has been frozen.\u201d I stared at the screen in disbelief, trembling. \u201cMom\u2026 what did you do?\u201d Sixty-seven messages, seventy missed calls, none asking if I was alive\u2014just fighting over my money. I realized then that the people I trusted most could also betray me. And as I hung up, I knew this was just the beginning. - True Stories\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/A_dramatic_cinematic_202604092207-1.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-04-09T16:07:36+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/A_dramatic_cinematic_202604092207-1.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/A_dramatic_cinematic_202604092207-1.jpg\",\"width\":558,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"Four nights alone in Walter Reed, my ribs screaming with every breath, and then my phone buzzed\u2014\u201cYour account has been frozen.\u201d I stared at the screen in disbelief, trembling. \u201cMom\u2026 what did you do?\u201d Sixty-seven messages, seventy missed calls, none asking if I was alive\u2014just fighting over my money. I realized then that the people I trusted most could also betray me. And as I hung up, I knew this was just the beginning.\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"True Stories\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e\",\"name\":\"true love\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"true love\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"Four nights alone in Walter Reed, my ribs screaming with every breath, and then my phone buzzed\u2014\u201cYour account has been frozen.\u201d I stared at the screen in disbelief, trembling. \u201cMom\u2026 what did you do?\u201d Sixty-seven messages, seventy missed calls, none asking if I was alive\u2014just fighting over my money. I realized then that the people I trusted most could also betray me. And as I hung up, I knew this was just the beginning. - True Stories","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"Four nights alone in Walter Reed, my ribs screaming with every breath, and then my phone buzzed\u2014\u201cYour account has been frozen.\u201d I stared at the screen in disbelief, trembling. \u201cMom\u2026 what did you do?\u201d Sixty-seven messages, seventy missed calls, none asking if I was alive\u2014just fighting over my money. I realized then that the people I trusted most could also betray me. And as I hung up, I knew this was just the beginning. - True Stories","og_description":"Four nights in a military hospital can feel longer than a deployment. My name is Claire Dawson, a Staff Sergeant stationed near Fort Belvoir. The accident happened during what should have been a routine convoy training exercise. A Humvee ahead of us clipped a rut, swerved, and our vehicle rolled. I remember the violent tilt, […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651","og_site_name":"True Stories","article_published_time":"2026-04-09T16:07:36+00:00","og_image":[{"width":558,"height":1000,"url":"http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/A_dramatic_cinematic_202604092207-1.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"true love","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"true love","Est. reading time":"6 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651","name":"Four nights alone in Walter Reed, my ribs screaming with every breath, and then my phone buzzed\u2014\u201cYour account has been frozen.\u201d I stared at the screen in disbelief, trembling. \u201cMom\u2026 what did you do?\u201d Sixty-seven messages, seventy missed calls, none asking if I was alive\u2014just fighting over my money. I realized then that the people I trusted most could also betray me. And as I hung up, I knew this was just the beginning. - True Stories","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/A_dramatic_cinematic_202604092207-1.jpg","datePublished":"2026-04-09T16:07:36+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/A_dramatic_cinematic_202604092207-1.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/04\/A_dramatic_cinematic_202604092207-1.jpg","width":558,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=17651#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"Four nights alone in Walter Reed, my ribs screaming with every breath, and then my phone buzzed\u2014\u201cYour account has been frozen.\u201d I stared at the screen in disbelief, trembling. \u201cMom\u2026 what did you do?\u201d Sixty-seven messages, seventy missed calls, none asking if I was alive\u2014just fighting over my money. I realized then that the people I trusted most could also betray me. And as I hung up, I knew this was just the beginning."}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"True Stories","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/5c3397997033ec1244d0e345888afa8e","name":"true love","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/7edec003db6c2d994c618a5c9257e4836d0823076211ef1f440ea5b2dfb07eb1?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"true love"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=2"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17651","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17651"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17651\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17682,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17651\/revisions\/17682"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17656"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17651"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17651"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17651"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}