“The minute a damaged soul is made aware of your weakness…they’ll purposely hit the same spot until you break. Unfortunately, the unresolved pain that possesses these souls won’t allow them to do this with the intention of encouraging growth like light workers. Because these souls thrive off of others walking around as broken as they are. At this point the playbook is a lost cause because their only tactic is the use of overly exploited fears that I’m learning not to feed into. I say this knowing that my fear is valid, but now that I realize its purpose is either to be used as the ladder I climb or the ledge I jump from…the new play is stepping up.”

“The duality of love is what I took from all my rewatches. The love being depicted from Dot’s scenes felt like the complicated love that’s shared between the Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine. Sza’s imagery felt more like the convenient lust, that feels like love, shared between karmics. Every time I saw the elevators, it made me think about the one from Inception that symbolized the depth of the subconscious. The further down you go, the rawer the emotion. My tears kept coming every time I saw the scene where Dot dropped his head after ‘Gloria’ touched down and locked eyes with him. Because it felt like he felt remorse for what she was about to find out now that she made it to the compartment of his mind that housed his deepest secrets. When he looked back at her…it felt like he was ready to face whatever was coming.”

“Surprisingly, remaining relatively respectful in the face of disrespect…doesn’t eVEnTuALlY garner a person’s respect. So earlier when I finally got the opportunity to talk to my niece on speaker phone (with her mom in the background), instead of being the mature Titi she expected…I aired out the lies that I usually let go unchecked in front of her. Because my refusal to address the reality of these long breaks in communication with her…allows her mother to keep pulling the same hat trick that’s kept me separated from my mental balance for three straight years. This year…I’m on what she’s on. Which got me hung up on and blocked…again. And now…my eye is twitching.”

“Recently I had the (dis)pleasure of receiving back what I put out and…I’m still in my feelings. It takes a certain level of skill to penetrate the walls of my ‘but I wasn’t wrong’ justifications and when it happens…I know I f*cked up. This time I assumed the position of an insecurity instigator and when the get back came…it had my lip poked out. It took me a minute to acknowledge that my hurt feelings were meant to allow me to feel how I made someone else feel. After I accepted that…I was still annoyed. Because most people don’t lick me back. Either way I was wrong and a sincere apology is owed.”

“My new obsession with myself has allowed me to see through illusions cast on me by people who’d prefer I focus on everything but my personal growth. And even though my new pastime has made me question whether my self-absorption is healthy…I remember how depressed I was when I gave all my attention to people whose thirst to be seen was never quenched. All it ever left me with was resentment for the fact that everyone kept their hand out to take whatever they could get from me…but they never held it out to offer me what I needed. If I hadn’t learned to give it to myself…I doubt I’d still be here to write these posts.”

“But now that I refuse to do for her what I know she can do for herself…she’s validating a fear of mine. Which is the fact that all this time…I’ve been being put up with. This isn’t a new feeling because being tolerated comes with telling the truth. People who don’t want to know how their behavior affects others usually attract me out of God’s desire for them to see their toxicity. Because when they act that way towards me…my temperament makes it impossible for them to pretend not to know. So I’m usually put up…until I’m put out. Do I think I should try fitting into a mold that’ll give me the opposite reaction? Ew.”

“…but today I feel like saying what I probably shouldn’t. Because I’m over here trying to figure out if the maternal bond is so strong between those who claim their mom was such a healthy example of love…why are the people who go out of their way to make these claims usually the most toxic individuals while in intimate relationships? I feel like the more vocal a person is about singing the praises of a parent…the deeper the subconscious wounding. It’s like an over compensation for the fact that the truth can’t be told about how much trauma the child had to endure because parents are expected to be placed on pedestals that their parenting didn’t really earn them.”

“In the absence of my peace, I turn into a maniac. Which is why my ‘family’ loves fuc…tampering with my energy when I show signs of being unbalanced. It was always a guarantee that I’d give them a psychotic show because I hadn’t developed a strong enough bond with my peace for me to have faith that resting in it would be beneficial. All I knew how to do when triggered was scream about how triggered I was. So that’s what I did…until I realized my ability to heal increases when those purposely trying to keep me sick no longer have access to my energy.”

“Earlier today I started thinking about that experience because the space I’m currently in feels like my own personal escape room. But this time I don’t have anyone else helping me solve the clues that will ultimately lead to my freedom. So when I get a clue wrong…it’s all on me. I never felt like I was on a time restriction before but now that I’m approaching the 40 yard line…the tocks are ticking loud asf. All of the riddles in this room open a wound from my childhood that hasn’t been healed yet and this latest one involves my abandonment issues. I don’t like leaving and I don’t like being left but in order to escape the mental decline that takes place when either happens…I have to learn how to be solid enough to hold my own…on my own.”

“The only way to correct the damage that I’ve done to both my little sister and my niece is to accept defeat and detach. I was so busy trying to stop my sister from being so codependent on me that I didn’t realize how codependent I’d become on having her child around. The trauma bond that was developing between us needed to be severed and if my absence fixes what I broke…I can’t war against that. My solution would’ve never been to completely remove my presence from her picture but I don’t have the privilege of changing that decision. So I have to accept the fact that even though this situation is nothing like the way I want it to be…it is what it is.”

“This displaced passive aggression is why my ability to be overly critical of others always seems to increase when I’m completely removed from all aspects of my ‘family'. Because in the absence of telling my ‘family’ all that they’re doing wrong…I had no one else to make feel small. I’m not sure if I ever looked at it through that lens of truth before but…that’s exactly what I was doing. Turning my judgmental fingers inward isn’t a new concept for me but it never seemed to be enough when I was engulfed in emotional pain. And my solution was always to drag others in because…my misery loved company. Now…I finally reached the point where I can sit with my undesirable feelings without trying to dictate how many other people meet me at the same destination.”

“Playing the victim card is usually how I justify my inability to stop repeating past behavior that goes against most spiritual laws. But…I’ve aged out of that. So when my little sister sent me a screenshot inadvertently showing that she blocked me from my niece’s tablet while making her think I ignored her text…my seasoned side reminded me that the only one who will be penalized for my irrational response is me. In my opinion…I would’ve been justified for leaving the comfort of my highbernation to hit below the belt behind this blatant lie. Unfortunately for me…God knows how capable I now am of controlling myself…”

“I never figured that I was the reason for the switch up in other people because I convinced myself it was acceptable to present the best version of me to them…until I was comfortable enough to show my other side(s). But by the time I got that comfortable…they fully believed all there was to know about me was known. So when my hidden personalities showed up…the only option I left them with was to treat me like a stranger because that’s basically who I was to them. Rewiring my brain to show al…97.4% of my characters early on is now mandatory because my sURpRiSes never get the kind of appreciation they deserve.”

“And even though it’s going on a month since my sister allowed me to speak to my niece…the way I’m choosing to deal with this month’s trigger…looks nothing like the way I dealt with their triggers from last month. I finally reached the point where I can allow myself to breakdown…while fully accepting the fact that I’m able to build myself back up immediately after. My pride would love for me to take the credit for doing this without taking days, weeks or months to recover like I used to. But my soul knows that when I’m hanging on the bar of my breaking point…the strength that allows me to execute my upward pull…is only a result of the support I receive from God.”

“But the more I heal…the more I see that you can always tell who the weakest one in the room is by how they handle the people holding them accountable. It’s usually the ones who were never taught how to look in their own mirror…that have the hardest time accepting what their reflection actually looks like. Instead of taking the time to self-reflect…they waste energy on eating away at the confidence of whoever has the audacity to show them what they refuse to see. And…it’s a ‘so’ for me because the projections just validate my assumption of poor parenting. ReSPeCtFulLy speaking…if this is the fruit…the tree must be toxic as a m’er f’er.”

“So instead of me focusing on those who are slowly starting to realize I’m now in full control of THEIR emotions…I’ll focus on someone else experiencing the same. I didn’t want to interject my thoughts into the current situation playing out between two of my favorite Geminis right now because…it looks like this is a one sided tussle. The fact that the tussler shares my ‘diagnosis’…almost invoked my ability to be biased. But I’m going with the disciplined…instead of the disrespectful this time. I know that makes me a hypocrite…but I’m finally learning it’s a time and a place.”

“This man ended up telling me that if I really wanted to help him…I could be his friend. I won’t lie…I thought he was bat sh*t crazy. But only because back then…I didn’t value things that were actually important. He saw the world from a lens that went below the surface and above my level of emotional maturity. And as embarrassing as it is for me to admit…I didn’t befriend him. I kept it at hi and bye and went on with my life because I wanted to give the kind of help that required me to do as little as possible...money. Looking back, that was God’s way of revealing my soul…”

“I always start out so strong when setting my logical familial boundaries but as soon as the reality of my isolation sets in…my reasoning for enforcing it usually starts to weaken. I don’t have any intention of unblocking my little sister though because…“it’s above me now”. She put everything into trying to trigger a manic reaction out of me and every time I think about how bad that situation could’ve gone if I didn’t stay in control of my emotions…my anger makes me angry. Why? Because these garden tools obviously want me stuck in misery.”

“Admitting that I needed to take the lead on solving my problems was a foreign concept because I refused to openly acknowledge I had any. The private tears I shed allowed me to acknowledge these truths to myself. But keeping them locked behind closed doors made it feel impossible for me to reach out for help because…everyone had already bought into the smiles that I staged every time I got close to breaking down. I’m sure a lot of people could see through my filters but…we’ve always lived in a world where everyone sees something…and says nothing.”