“I still have days where my self-esteem feels off…so I can empathize with women who struggle with confidence. Before I matured, I’d project my insecurities onto others because I didn’t know how to accept my flaws. And I refused to change my ways…until I realized that I aged out of this type of delusion. So when I see females, older than me, still engaged in this behavior…I feel a way. Because elders are supposed to embody the kind of emotional etiquette that those coming behind them…benefit from emulating. Unfortunately, our culture is obsessed with misleading our youth…by presenting them with the worst of us. Which subconsciously teaches them…that this is the best they can do.”

“My level of naivety is unmatched…when it comes to my ‘family’. Because I’m always underestimating them. But it’s a new moon….which means I got another b!*ch you thought ritual. I text my sister a couple days ago to ask for a power trip pause. Her response was aggressive…until she said ‘she knows I don’t love her’. I ignored it at first, but guilt made me drop my guard today and tell her that I do. And 17 minutes later, I get a text asking me to take my niece to the hospital. I physically could not…we got into it over the details…and she stopped responding. 21 hours later…no update, or proof, has been given. Which is forcing me to accept that the intended anxiety from these rituals…has established permanent residency in my psyche.”

The Columbus clones still haven’t responded to the email. And I can’t even remember the last time I talked to my niece. Which tells me that the placement of pressure on my psyche…is still being intentionally laid out…as encouragement for me to lose my grip on reality. Earlier I contemplated earning the diAgNOsiS they’re so invested in unveiling…again. But felt guided to accept that their behavior should be used as the tool…that helps me contour my consciousness. Because their passiveness is so aggressively obvious…that it’s impossible not to see the intent behind it. So my only option is to cinch my perspective…in a way that shapes the emotional aesthetic I desire. Atp, the only way this will be accomplished…is by shapeshifting out of this f#ck sh*t.

“I’ve always flirted with triggers…that tempt me with toxicity. Shadow work taught me that I usually give in to my attraction…when I’m an energetic match. Which isn’t not often. But I’m starting to notice a pattern in its seduction schedule. The potential of the temporary high that I’m enticed with…only/always comes…when something worth having, long term, appears. Spiritually speaking, this is a test of temperament…that’ll determine my next assignment. If I indulge…my energy is outsourced into positions that can only offer short term satisfaction. And that used to work for me. Until I realized that I’m forfeiting the possibility of sowing into my field of forever…by giving in to what fulfills me in the moment.”

“I’m stubborn…even though it’s never worked in my favor. But my resistance remains because it helps distract me from my perceived sense of helplessness. So I still do the opposite of what I feel is expected…as often as possible. Even when what’s expected…is growth. Because most growth requires me to leave behind what I’m used to. And that scares me…so I end up fighting to keep what feels familiar. Which has never not taken me down roads…that kill all opportunities of forward movement. I keep coming to these dead ends…expecting them to open up and lead me somewhere else. But that won’t happen because they’re designed…to take me back to where I’ve already been.”

“I’ve been opting out of reacting lately. Once upon a time this was hard for me…because I’m used to being over reactive. But when I (re)learned that silence solidifies my sanity…I realized anyone encouraging my noise…is trying to use my reactions as camouflage…for their tone deaf toxicity. So now I’m back being choosy with my retaliation reads. Unfortunately, certain energies can’t be spared. Which led to me writing a headshot hymnal, that’s been in my ‘do not post’ pile for a while. My discernment is advocating against its publication because it’s the kind of shot that’ll ricochet…and hit people I care about. And I no longer want the consequences that come…from inducing pain in innocent souls.”

“It’s hard for me to face what I don’t want to see. Because it usually leaves me without the option of being the chooser of the destiny I actually want. Unfortunately, what I want…isn’t always what’s needed. So I’m learning to flow with the current of my present reality, instead of against it. Which means I now have to acknowledge that a route I was taking…has run its course. This is usually an easy decision for me. It hits different when my feelings are involved though. But if I hold on…I’ll be preventing this soul from focusing on a more compatible connection. And I’m not comfortable with that because…God does to me…what I do to others.”

“Healthy relationships require equal effort. This seems obvious…but not everyone can see past their ego. Those who can’t, put all the responsibility on their insignificant other. Because they see themselves as the prize. I used to see this mindset as red pill rhetoric, until I realized it’s a result of maternal conditioning…that put all the emphasis on being taken care of. Which is normal in childhood. But if the requirement for emotional reciprocity never comes…someone compromising their self-respect, to throw their back out working for you, feels…normal. And this lop sided love becomes the sTAnDaRd for anyone who falls for you…until you meet someone who makes you pay them for that pain.”

“The cry baby Karens still haven’t responded. So I decided to move on…again…after letting leasing know that the lack of response confirms my suspicions. They replied, attempting to shift blame to me and my neon note. And I pointed out that the reply refusal came “well before” that. Then…crickets. Atp, my attention is back on the lesson. Because I was given every reason to protect my peace the last time this happened. But still chose to move like it wouldn’t happen again. Which is a recurring theme in my life. It’s like I dissociate from the proven consequences of a situation…by refusing to accept my ability to participate in its prevention. Now, I’m starting to feel like I have a victim kink that gets me off…of holding myself accountable.”

“I hate feeling what I make other people feel…if that feeling forces me to face my selfishness. I’m slowly starting to grasp the fact that my ability to overgive is a mask I wear…to disguise my inability to give a f*&k about what other people need…if it inconveniences what I want. So I manifest energies that teach me who I am…through acting out that same behavior towards me. And right now I’m learning that I’m not really a nice person…if I don’t have to be. My soul recognized this before I did…and decided to have me attract someone who would read tf out of me…by using my own words. This strategy works like magic for me…because it’s hard to deny the reality of my reality…when I’m looking in its mirror.”

“The holiday season is officially over…and I managed not to let the Gang Goofy Trigger Tradition take me back to the chat. This is the first year I didn’t have a rage rant from my inability to speak to my niece. So I’m not surprised I got a truce text today…that was meant to loosen the grip I have on their necks. It was an “I miss u” text from my niece…but it came from her mom’s phone. Which let me know a hand was about to be out. School is starting back, so my sister needs my focus on the unconditional love I have for her child…and off the fact that they used this child in another failed psyche sacrifice on me. Atp I’m annoyed, so I replied and said what I just wrote. And…she added herself to my list of non responders.”

“I got in trouble. Bbbbbbbbut I didn’t do anything! The hall monitors refuse to reply to leasing’s email, requesting a written response saying they diDN’t witness the maintenance weirdo entering my unit…and I got upset. The manager doesn’t seem to have a grasp on the situation so…I made a neon note saying: “Respond To Your Email” and put it on my front door. I may or may not have called them “liars” when I walked past their camera and now alllllll of a sudden…I’m being accused of harassing them! Leasing emailed me today and threatened to terminate MY lease if MY behavior continues. The colonizer Karens even showed them the video…but couldn’t manage to respond “yes or no” to the email. Unf***ingbelievable.”

“Before a few years ago, I never saw myself as someone who was worth destiny swapping with. I’ve never had what this world says you should have to be seen as successful…and I’ve never had the desire to pretend I do. Which is why it’s weird to me when wom…females, who appear to have so much more than me, still see me as competition. This used to irk tf out of me…until I looked at it from a non-imposter perspective. Because this world will convince you that seeing is believing. But my gifts are felt. So it doesn’t matter what my life looks like on the outside…because my energy is encrypted with Divinity. And to souls who only possess the ability to be the artificial version of that…I’m a gold mine.”

“Knowing when to move on from what no longer feeds my soul is a skill…that I haven’t fully mastered yet. It’s been hard because my attachments can give the illusion of attraction. And my codependency to that course of chaos is addictive. My appetite for these emotionally avoidant entrees…keeps me going back to eat at tables that don’t fulfill me. Even though it feels like I’m eating fast food…that was made out of convenience. But my desire to feast off of what feels familiar…has me craving what I know isn’t good for me. By the time I finally decide to change my diet…I’m weighed down from all the empty calories. Which forces me to go within and find the…gems…of wisdom, that’ll help me make better decisions in the future.”

“The majority of the Bible is a blur to me. But I remember learning about the temptation that took place…in that garden. As a child, I didn’t get the metaphor. As an adult…I understand why her intuition guided her to bite the apple. Because that was the only way for her to gain entry into the portal of self-discovery. Being a biter helped remove the fog of fantasy from her perspective. And it exposed the part of the subconscious that gets blocked…when life feels like the stage of a honeymoon. I would’ve done the same because I have a habit of getting lost in what I wish my reality looked like. Accepting what is…gives me access to coping mechanisms…that keep me present enough…for the pain of my awareness to serve its purpose though.”

“The worst part about all the toxic trophies I’ve collected from these Ickleball tournaments is…I don’t get to go back in time and bow out gracefully. I can’t unsay the hateful things I’ve said, to the people I actually care about. Which makes my wins feel like losses. Going back and forth used to be fun because…I’m better at paddling pettiness. But the pRiZE costs me my peace so…ion feel like playing right now. Tossing around our trauma in order to prove this point is out too. Because all that does is put my weaknesses on display…for the benchwarmers. So securing another empty win feels…unsmart. Especially since I’m pushing 40…and can no longer blame my desire to play these goofy a** games…on my youth.”

“I’m in the middle of a custody battle…to be the soul caregiver of my inner child. These holiday rituals are meant to uproot us…and make her feel like she doesn’t have a stable home. So this ongoing Xmas trigger from my ‘family’, is just another attempt to displace us. They expect me to clip all these years of chaos together...and upload them into the perfect manic magazine. But maintaining residence with my right state of mind…means I can’t keep shooting up the chat…to get my issue. Which is forcing me to close my book of reads…and digest their dysfunction. Because piercing the emotional stability of my adult targets…who have actual children depending on that foundation…would make me lose my case.”

“I love how Christmas brings out the worst in my ‘family’. So it’s not surprising that I got into it with my go-to goofy today. And right before I said words that would’ve caused irreversible emotional damage…I left the chat to lay up with my peace of mind. Because I know she was intentionally crafting the conversation, in a way that would invoke the worst out of me. I’ve had enough practice with these draining days to know…that they need me to crash out…to stop my headlights from exposing the trauma they traffick. Which is why they’ve exhausted so many resources…studying how to turn mine off. Time gave them the opportunity to learn themselves instead. But they choose to waste all of it…failing at sacrificing my psyche.”

“I put myself on a fast from my dysfunction, to avoid feeling what I feel…until I’m ready to process it. But my brain is always trying to auto-correct its chaos…so I’ve been dissecting my introduction to trauma all day. And I realized that its access to my mind…was forcibly gained. Just so it could turn around and rearrange my mental, in ways that made me feel like it was the actual owner of my psychological property. Eventually, its toxicity attracted other energies to me…to build bOnDS with. Because those bonds always redirect my attention away from outgrowing it. Then, I’d become so busy creating space for that person’s trauma…that I’d ignore the fact that their sole purpose…was to finesse me out of my emotional foundation. So am I fasting or not? …Get tf out.”

“I’ve been taking a break from the chat lately…but I went back a couple days ago. I wanted to express my frustration with spending another Xmas excommunicated…for telling them the truth. Which had me thinking about how unheard their seeds must feel. Because the adults still move like their happiness comes before their children’s…to this day. And it seems like they’re only happy…when their self-serving behavior isn’t being called out. So I intentionally make it clear…that they made the final judgement of sentencing all these kids to life on Earth. My toxic transparency doesn’t really help. But it allows me to call out their shapeshifting abilities…that lets them morph into mute buttons…whenever they don’t want to address what makes them uncomfortable.”