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I’m annoyed. But we’re in full moon energy, so I can’t spazz in the chat like I want to because…that’s what they want. The frustration I feel came after I made the mistake of holding myself accountable, for energetically offending my niece. Unfortunately, I made the mistake…of correcting my mistake…in front of my wombmate. Who’s violently allergic to righting wrongs. In the past, she’s been able to make me look crazy asf…for practicing the art of speaking spiritually. Now, I realize that using my native tongue…gives me the ability to speak life into conversations, that could kill growth. So she’s resorted to trying to convince my niece that this language I’ve been teaching her…is “sChiZOpHrENia” speaking.

My niece spent some time with my twin today and I ended up being on FaceTime with her a few times. One of the times I rushed her off the call because I had been procrastinating with my pen all day. So I told her I was about to go write. We ended up back on a while later because…she calls me a lot when she’s with my twin. That time we talked for a minute but I ended the call again after I told her I was laying down. One of the things we talked about was this tie dye cat I saw on YouTube. I wanted her to see it so after we hung up, I searched for the video and sent it. Which prompted her to call me again. This time she rushed me off the phone. When we disconnected…I realized that she did what I always tell her to do…which is match energy. And it made me feel a way about my behavior.

I recognized my dismissiveness and called her back. First, I apologized for cutting our conversation short. And I explained how my actions had the potential to negatively affect her confidence, if I didn’t address it. Then, I hyped her for not giving me more than what she saw I was giving her. I’m always telling her to watch a person’s behavior and respond accordingly. Because that’s my way of curbing the curse of over giving…that’s been passed down to all the girls in our ‘family’. She smiled, we hung up…and I thought that was the end of it. But a few minutes after the call ended…my bothered a** twin sends me texts that suggest I’m mentally imbalanced. I saw it for what it was though. She’s obsessed with convincing me that everything I say…is rooted in my bipolar brain rot. So she diminished my linguistic logic…by attaching a disorder to my psyche…that I was never diagnosed with.

Love,

Choosy