“Not everyone is qualified to watch over children. Fortunately, the amount of patience and attention that’s required…reveals the ones who aren’t built for that kind of sacrifice. The last few years have had me feeling like the bad a$$ kid that required more attention than most because…I couldn’t stop throwing tantrums. I wanted to have my way…whenever I wanted…and it took God taking me under His care to get my inner child to learn a different approach. He took His time revealing my obsession with childishness to me. And when I finally opened my third eye…I saw that if I would’ve gone the way I thought I wanted to go…I would’ve missed the real blessing that came from going in the direction of growth.”

“A while back I used to watch this show called The Biggest Loser. I like seeing people transform organically and by the end of the seasons…none of the contestants looked like their day 1’s. The biggest contributor to their success was their diet and today I started weighing that against my Dark Night of the Soul experience. For years it’s felt like God has been portioning out my psychosis and as soon as I think I’ve healed one part of my personality…He introduces me to another. Now, I realize it’s because He needs to see how I handle what He adds to my plate. Because learning how to control the portions He gives me…dictates what version of me I transform into.”

“But I’m finally starting to accept that most of these bad things happen because I’m visualizing it with my mind…which is attracting it to me through my energy. Today was filled with a lot of opportunities to feed into my fear but…ion like how it makes me feel anymore. So I asked God to help me navigate through it and He told me to imagine He’s listening in to all my thoughts. After password protecting my longest running fantasy…I followed His guidance…and felt my whole body switch languages. I don’t know why submitting to this kind of supervision has such an effect on me but by the time I finished meditating on the protection I felt…all my energy was changed from fear to femininity.”

“Blacklash is hypocriting through our community right now over the obsession some have with appealing to Eurocentric beauty standards. I get it this time because one of our gerber goats just contoured her face and…my heart is still hurt behind it. But even with that being said…I don’t knock anyone for tweaking features that bring them shame because how we look impacts how we feel. I don’t condone it but I can’t condemn it. I do judge where that shame comes from when certain facial features are on the chopping block though. Because the root of that type of self-hatred was passed down by the delusionally goofy generation that failed to overcome their own beauty brainwashing. And instead of healing…they chose to rinse and repeat the cycle of insecurity…with clean souls.”

“So before now, whenever my little sister would go on power trips…I’d purposely passenger princess. It took me a minute to hop out and put my niece’s feelings first…even though I knew going back and forth with her mom would get me blocked. I’m here now though. And after refusing to rage respond to the last trigger, I text her earlier to ask if I could get my niece. She immediately responded by liking my text, which means all I ever had to do was delay my gratification. Letting her have it used to irritate my whole soul because I needed her to know…I knew what she was doing. Now I just let her think she got me…until she realizes the only person capable of playing me…is me. Because I’m finally holding the controller to my emotions.”

“I love movies based on true stories because I like living in reality…even when I’m trying to escape it. My forever favorite is Winchester…because it shows what supernatural experiences actually look like. After seeing it…I’ve been convinced that my mind is an analogy for the house. Because it’s filled with psyche rooms that have housed different energies…that were exorcised through my shadow work. The people I attract dictate what type of room my mind needs to create…and the experiences they bring with them are meant to guide us through parts of our past that we both need to heal. I’m currently constructing a ‘hall of mirrors’ room…because a soul that I don’t want to stop staring at…finally found me.”

“Which is why their tradition ending trigger was done. They’re desperate for a reason to color me as the crazy bipolar because they don’t want me at my niece’s party…for everyone to see me looking like myself again. ……….It’s taking them more effort to get a rise out of me and the harder they try..the more evidence they leave behind of their attempts. I would say this is a win for me but judging off the indifference of everyone I’ve shown my proof to…it’s nothing to get excited over. Because proving that I’m not bipolar…just shows people that I’m able to control myself like any other person. And doing what’s expected of a normal adult…isn’t a big deal.”

“Earlier…my little sister sent me 3 pictures of my niece from an old school photo shoot…with no context. Which means they finally realized I’m committed to not engaging in behavior that’ll have me committed. All their gaslighting has me confused about what day it is, so I didn’t even have the energy to reply. Especially since she never responded to my text from last week, asking if she’s going to punish her child over “hurt feewings”…like our BM used to do. I’ve had a summer tradition of putting my niece in an activity for the past 5 years. Dance was this year’s plan and I told my sister today was supposed to be her first day. She couldn’t find time to respond to that…but managed to rAnDOmLy send a thirst trap. Bad b!tch behavior.”

“So when my little sister claimed I’m the reason for her misery…I went within after airing her out. And what I realized, again, is…people who want to have their way with you…prefer peace while they do it. Being reminded that their behavior is toxic feels like disrespect because they need to believe that they’re not doing anything wrong. I can see how dealing with a person like me, who helps…while making it unbearably uncomfortable for you to take advantage of my help, can induce misery. But it also brings the tattoo tears out of the hELpLeSs…as a warning of what they’re capable of…if you refuse to be gaslit. If that warning isn’t heeded…they’ll use whatever is in their power…to sacrifice your sanity…so they can earn another drop.”

“The bLOcK is still in place but I haven’t given in to my desire to slow roast my BM…even though my left eye keeps twitching. Right now, I want to go back to my old ways of holding her solely responsible for the behavior of her misguided kids because…she’s the one that gave out the wrong directions. But keeping my composure is what I’m doing instead because if I spazz…I’ll prove her right, again, about my lack of self-control. Buuuut negah! The urge to disrespectfully chat about this situation being another example for why I say she passed down her trap mentality to my little sister, is strong asf. Because when a thirsty person traps someone…whatever/whoever they use as the trap is what’s later used as the bait to get what they want.”

“The school year ended and hours before the last free ride could be rendered…I get an extended text from the youngest Sanderson Sister telling me how miserable I make her. And she ended it by letting me know she was blocking me. It took me a few tries to read the whole text because…I was uncomfortably confused by her delusion. I replied and let her know this brand of desperation has activated because they can’t get the ‘manic’ reaction they’ve been thirsting after all week. Then I went to the group chat to kick them while they’re down…and moved around. Because what these ho…dizzy hoes don’t know is yesterday I prepped my niece for what I subconsciously felt was coming.”

“Another trigger was squeezed today and this time a nerve was hit. It reminded me that we’re all given the option to choose how we get to the bag that we really want. If our hearts are good…we pick the side that requires work to be put in. If they’re bad…we take the side of shortcuts and pretend we didn’t. The ‘elders’ are now doing a little bit of both…and it’s confusing ‘me and my homegirl’. Because this photoshopped image is being marketed as goals to the younger souls that they brought to this world and/or have some kind of influence over. Which has created a gang of Gerber Goofies…led by the miseducation of the Grand Goofies that came before them. hehYUCK.”

“If anyone was wondering…yes there was a new moon trigger and no it didn’t trigger me. Atp, I’m tired of detailing their failed attempts but this one reminded me how close I was to turning out just like my DNA donors. Entitlement was the higher than thou gene passed down from my biologicals and it’s taken me years to come off that horse. This brand of toxicity worked its way into my psyche while I was in utero. When I was born…my factory settings had me attracting people that gave me the opportunity to either outgrow my iNhEriTAncE…or stay stuck with it. So, I grew up. Most people just accept that they’re the way they are. But I can’t afford to be a reflection of people I don’t want to be like so…I had to rewire my ‘high gene’ regimen.”

“I never understood women who read sexually explicit novels. Actual engagement always made more sense and…it takes a lot less time to reach the climax. But this drought season is teaching me why it has the undivided attention of so many sexually unfulfilled readers. Because in the absence of getting the kind of stimulation that they actually crave…settling for erotic wordplay makes sense. It’s low key more convenient because the scenes are already being created by the words I read…but I get to cast my own characters. Who’s my main? Back back babes…I bet money I wouldn’t tell. Word wood lets my imagination go as deep as I want…and my soul tie collection doesn’t get any new souvenir’s added to it. Which is a win…”

“I know I spent the last couple years detailing how I feel like my ‘family’ plays with magic. While putting emphasis on how God keeps preventing me from being a sacrifice for them (and others). And I know there’s a few more things I’ve said that are in line with thoughts like those that help validate my diAGnOsiS. But after the last couple weeks…I can’t think of anything I’d rather be labeled as outside of crazy. Because the mentally unstable things that I’ve been writing about…are finally materializing for others to see. I’ve wanted to quit…more than a lot…but I’m glad I understood my assignment. Now, the ones I’ve spoken on…that walk through life pretending they believe God exists…will finally have a chance to explain their works...through mine.”

“The one thing I’ve learned from all these years of telling the truth directly to the people who need to hear it…is that my words are guaranteed to start wars. I do my 1, 2 on 3rd eyes…and follow the connects with insight on how to heal the wounds my words open. But the hit dogs just double down by hollering about my audacity. And as it stands now…when they can’t control what my eyes see in them…they go out of their way to control how everyone else sees me. This goofy go-to is making it impossible for healing to take place because we can’t heal what we refuse to feel. All this pushback is crazy to me because the same people butt hurt by the mirrors I hold up to them…are the same ones who are quick to tear apart the reflections of those around them.”

“The further I get into my own womanhood, the more I realize there are 2 types of women. Gold diggers and grave diggers. You lose your money messing with one but you lose your mind messing with the other. Gold diggers are so focused on the material world that anyone they attract has no choice but to bag grab for her elevation. The downside is…she’ll sell her soul to the highest bidder. Grave diggers are so focused on the spiritual world that anyone they attract has no choice but to elevate their soul. The downside is…if you play with her, you’re digging your own grave. It’s never hard to spot who’s who because one obsesses over attention and the other doesn’t want yours…if the first type can have it.”

“This is the second year I’ve been my niece’s personal pick-me-up. (Yes…I reneged on my opt out.) So going to her graduation feels like something I’m owed. I missed today’s ceremony though, just like the last one, because I was told about it the day before…again. I went into manic mode the first time it happened but this year…I graduated too. Because now I accept that they’re desperately looking for any reason to put the blame on me…for their demonic behavior. I used to take pleasure in being that reason because my ‘mania’ gave me the freedom to say whatever tf I wanted. But this graduation was only possible…because I finally learned what not to say.”

“Curved shot==>I’ll say, again, that it’s nothing worse than an insecure man. Because if they’ve convinced themselves that they’re more important than they are…being rejected exposes the boy behind the curtain. And if this rejection comes from a woman that they convinced themselves they could easily have…then all the thirst they displayed when begging her to throw him a bone is forgotten…and he suddenly becomes fixated on insecurities of hers that he knew about before he stalked her down on his pressed tour. This is the B.A.N effect and once you’ve dealt with enough members of this breed…you learn how to avoid being marked as their territory. So he’s the kind of dog that makes a beside b!tch (kn)eel…in order to feel like Clifford? You see it.”