Remember Ebola?

The following cartoons are all 6 years old. Anything look familiar to 2020?

The signs are all around you. Watch for them.

My Instagram Growth Tips

I came back to social media, mainly Instagram (who was then purchased by Facebook), after a serious mental break down, to tell my story to the world with the hope of helping at least one person.

Although this time I have made amazing friends, had gifts sent to my children and I, and have had many women (and a few men) ask for guidance or simply tell me that I am making a huge difference and saving lives, sadly, being on social media destroys me. It once again proved to be way too much for me to be able to consume. I felt as if I were beginning to spread much more hate than love, and that is not the kind of person or parent that I want to be.

I’m no longer using Instagram as a platform to share my writing

It hurts me to see fake woman, selling fake happiness while there are real issues going on in the world that need to be talked about and fought. It hurts me that they have very clearly chosen profits over people. That is not something I want to stand by and witness or partake in.

It hurts me that people care about social injustice because it is currently “trending,” but won’t care enough to keep fighting until its “trendy.” It hurts me because no matter how many times this happens, we end up back in the same “who me? Couldn’t be” place of magically “forgetting” about history, even only last year. Watching “influencers” choose to stay silent so they don’t offend any of their internet friends. You who stayed silent spoke louder than any of us.

It hurts me to see how many people don’t care about this Earth or the people in it. It hurts me because I don’t know how to make people care for more than a week. It hurts me that grown adults don’t “believe” in climate change, as if it’s the Easter bunny or something. It hurts me to watch people sell and promote products that are harmful to our earth and our people. They “greenwash” you just to make a quick buck.

It’s NOT real

NONE of it. It’s the new-world equivalent of a popularity contest. My followers are a collection of various acquaintances & accounts picked up along the way in “follow loops.”

Follow loops work a few ways, but the short story is there are “ghost spots” (you buy friends), and “regular spots” (you work for friends).

“Ghost spots” pay real money to collect friends without having to follow them. Since I would never pay money to collect fake friends on the internet, I chose the “regular spot” route.

“Regular spots” are free, but have the requirement of following typically 100-200 people at a time and hope that at least most of them follow you back, make a feed post promoting said follow loop, leave it up for 24 hours and then comment “Hi my name is” on at least 10 peoples posts within the first hour of posting. It takes any kind of entertainment out of social media, and you end up with a ton of accounts you are following only out of obligation and fear that if you unfollow them, they may in turn unfollow you.

You end up following a bunch of people who either didn’t follow you back, you don’t want to follow, or a bunch of “fitness” moms pushing weight loss products on you.

Then, you have to find yourself some “engagement” groups where you will spend a majority of your time liking and commenting on other people’s posts in exchange for them liking and commenting on yours.

The engagment groups that I was in, took an average of 20-40 minutes each sitting and liking around 500 photos in a row, in order to then get a portion of those likes back. They allowed 2 photos per day, so I would use that days photo and the photo from the previous day to increase likes. It’s a very “if you scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours” kind of game.

You can also pay real money to promote your posts which, again, I refuse to do. Some people pay for likes, followers, and comments. I suggest you check the first posted photos of your favorite “influncers,” as it’s pretty easy to spot. The signs are all around you.

Instagram gives you a certain amount of characters, so I would spend hours perfecting everything I needed to say into 2500 characters. My story deserves more time than that, so does yours.

With only 2500 and a lot to say, I ended up having to break stories into multiple posts and I would end up losing my train of thought and never making it to the point. This left people a bit confused.

I do not support a platform that condones censorship. Shadow-banning, removing hashtags, “instagram jail” are all forms of censorship. Not being allowed to promote certain products is a form of censorship. Your algorithm is a form of censorship. I cannot support a platform that not only supports, but highly pushes censorship.

When I had my mental breakdown, the first thing I noticed when I found the will to live again, was nature. I noticed the trees and the pictures in them. I noticed how beautiful the Earth was, something I was no longer seeing because my mind was so busy and full of hatred. Getting off of social media gave me a will to live again.

My Son’s Father, 2015

I believe that social media has a major part to play in my son’s fathers suicide. I believe that social media is an extremely dangerous place for those who struggle with mental illness or depression. I believe that social media is an addiction. Only when you get away from it will you truly realize how much it is negatively affecting every aspect of your life.

I came back because I wanted to tell my story, but I found that social media is not where I want to do that. I watched as the influencers stayed silent over matters of social injustice as to not lose their following. I watched as they said things such as, “its sad, but…..” I watched as people pushed products on others that they don’t even use themselves. I watched the people, and I once again, fell back down the mental breakdown hole. Our brains are not meant for social media. The entire thing terrifies me.

I left your world to stay home and find peace, then y’all came home and invaded my space. Now, I’m leaving this world to go back into the outside world. At least until the world opens again.

I will continue to share my story through my blog. I may never get famous, but my words will be remembered like books. And as long as it helps at least one other person, I’ve done what I came to accomplish.

My Biggest Instagram Growth Tip

There is no growth on Instagram. Real growth begins when you live for yourself. Go get on with your real lives.

I Wish I Waited to Have Sex

📷: Circa 2013

This is a photo of me a few weeks before I had sex for the first time 😳

I was still a child. I wasn’t ready. I was blamed. I was punished for it by my school, he was not. I was sent to confession by my school, he was not.

The Catholic religion believes that Eve (women) brought “sin” into this world, so ALL women are to blame for “lust” (this word makes me want to vomit 🤢), “deceit,” and “sin” in this world. So all of the blame fell on my shoulders.

I felt abandoned by every adult and person in my life. My parents, my teachers, my peers and every one of their parents, my babysitter who had her own struggles going on with the premature birth of her first-born who lost her fight, my friends, and him.

This one single event changed the entire trajectory of my life and I developed an “attachment deficit.”

There was no romance. No specialness. No beautiful story. He took me out into the woods like an animal. He broke up with me for another girl after. I learned that sex was nothing more than sex. I learned that I was not enough.

The children were no longer allowed to hang out with me, but the boys were quick to lie to their parents and meet up with me in “the field of happiness” to persuade me to show them my naked body. Some were pushy, some were not. They had no respect for me, and I had no respect for myself.

They asked me to be their “girlfriend” as a joke, then would call me on three/multiple-way calling later that evening with all friends listening to “break up with me.” I learned to build up a very tall wall that I have only let one person truly enter to the other side. Some of them have come back as married adults, asking me to send them “nudes” and make sure I won’t tell their wives they asked. 🙄

Once I got to high-school, I was taught by peers that the way to get over one boy, was to have sex with another one. So I tried it. And it worked. I learned and created an extremely unhealthy coping mechanism.

In high-school, I had one of the most traumatic sexual experiences I’ve ever encountered to date. I was drunk on Southern Comfort. It was rape. I did not know it at the time. Everyone was talking and joking about this event. They drew pictures of this event in art class. I was traumatized. I was ruined. I turned immediately to drugs and used humor to cope. It wasn’t until this year, 15 years later, than I realized that I never gave consent to this event. None of it. For 15 years I have told this story. I have mastered the art of telling this story with hilarity while hiding the immeasurable amount of pain inside. Not once in 15 years did anyone ever suggest I was raped.

When I began dating my son’s father, we created an agreement. Exploring under this agreement was acceptable, exploring outside of this agreement was cheating. I loved him so much that I desperately wanted him to be happy. I found heroin and I became addicted to the numbness it gave me. I became addicted to letting go of jealousy. I became addicted to letting go of pain. I became addicted to letting go of any feelings of hurt. He had his fun, I had heroin. It didn’t matter that I was not enough, because heroin was enough for me. I learned to put others happiness above my own. I learned that love meant silently suffering. I was reassured that I was not enough.

As an addict, I used sex as a way to support my addictions. I was raped on multiple occasions and I learned that “it comes with the territory” and that you just have to chalk it as a loss, like a robbery. I did not feel that I deserved to call it rape because of my past and profession.

When I announced my pregnancy with Sasha (my 4th earth-side baby), I received hate messages via Facebook Messengar by a newly created, photoless profile under the name “Grace,” letting me know how much of a dirty slut I am for having 4 (now 5) children before I hit 30 and that I strongly need sex therapy. I have no idea who “Grace” really was, but I have my theories. I learned that even as a married women to the father of 4/5 children, my past cannot escape me, I am whoever they say I am.

I learned that I wish I would have waited.

I wish I was old enough to be able to comprehend what sex truly meant. I wish I knew what clear consent truly meant.

I wish my mom talked to me about sex and respect and consent, instead of jumping directly to birth control.

I wish I knew I would lose my dad that day. Physically he’s here, but mentally, he checked out the day the school called him. I wish I knew I would lose my best friend. I wish I knew what “daddy issues” were before I had them.

I wish I knew that I would see my body as damaged. I wish I knew I would feel ashamed of my body. I wish I knew that for the rest of my life I would have flashbacks of sexual trauma. I wish that I knew I would be extremely uncomfortable and tense up any time I am touched for the rest of my life, even with my own husband.

I wish I knew that I would never be able to give myself to my husband because I have already given it all. I wish I knew how hard it would be having someone be my “last” instead of “my first.” I wish I knew how much it would hurt my husband to know that my first love and twin-flame was not him.

I wish I knew how hard parenting outside of marriage would be. I wish I knew that in marriage, a woman’s body and choices are no longer fully hers. I wish I knew how awful custody issues are. I wish someone taught me this instead of teaching me that I would go to “hell.” I wish I knew that babies don’t always change people or make relationships last. I wish I knew that for the rest of my life I would fell incomplete and always have a huge hole in my heart from my son being adopted by my parents. I wish I knew that I would never feel whole again after losing my son’s father. I wish I knew how difficult it would be to parent with someone who sees the world entirely different than you. I wish I knew how complicated having children made relationships. I wish I knew how difficult it would be to make decisions when children were involved. I love my children, and I do not regret them in any way.

I didn’t know then, but I know now for my own children. I can’t make the choice for them, but I can share my experiences and guide them to making better choices than I did. I will not teach them that “boys will be boys” because I don’t agree with excusing the behavior. I will not allow people to say disgusting, sexist comments like “with a boy you worry about one penis, with a girl you worry about all the penises,” when talking about my children. I will teach them to respect EVERY body, especially their own.

After opening up about my sexual trauma history, many women have opened up to my about theirs. The amount of women who have experienced sexual trauma and didn’t know, didn’t feel they could tell, pretend it didn’t happen, etc. is truly sickening. We live in a world filled with the promotion of rape culture and we feed into it every day in even the simplest ways.

For example, my in-laws have a rule regarding no two piece bathing suits because “it could cause the boys to wonder.” That is teaching my children that if my children are raped, it is THEIR fault because they wore clothing that was “too provocative” which is a VERY common excuse of rapists.

Our children deserve much better. Use your voice and be loud. Our children are the future. Our children can change the world. Teach them how to do.

My Journey from Religion to Spirituality ☮☯️

When I was a child, I went to a very prestigious “non-denominational” Catholic grade school.I was not put in this school for the religion, I was put in this school because with this school, I would have an incredibly easy life and future set for me, if I was anyone else 😂. But I’m no one but myself, so here’s what I’ve gathered along my journey.

RELIGION – Catholic & Christian

Religion is defined as: “the belief and WORSHIP of a “superhuman” CONTROLLING power, especially a PERSONAL God or gods.”

Synonymn: a cult.

The Catholic religion is focused primarily on the Old Testament – put the fear of God into the youth. They also live by these ten rules called the “Ten Commandments.” Do not rape is not one of those ten commandments, but you better not say the word “God” incorrectly. 🙄🤬I do not ever remember hearing that God loved me, but I very much remember regularly being told I was going to “hell” over minor things like my clothing choice or music selection, questioning the things that didn’t add up, or overall being a “sinner”.I very much remember being called a “sinner” and sent to additional confessions to get my “sins” out of me.
I only remember hearing about Jesus on Easter and Christmas. It was more about “God the Father.”My mother has told me a little about her own Catholic experience. She was required to fundraise for babies who are in “purgatory” because they died before Jesus could take their “original sin” away with baptism. 😲 I asked her who got the money, since it was already too late for these babies? She didn’t know.I do not believe in sin, heaven, or hell. I became an Atheist while reading the Bible in grade school. My grade school Bible was filled with highlighted versus of pro-misogyny, pro-racism, pro-violence and death, pro-beating children into submission, pro-beating women, pro-rape, and pro-hatred of everyone but themselves. I still cannot read the Old Testament without being filled with immense hatred. I have nothing positive to say about the Catholic religion.Fast forward to age 24 when I met my now-husband. He was adopted into a family of Evangelical Christians. I’m the real black sheep 🐑.
I refuse to let my children be raised in religion, and since I married into it, I became obsessed with “finding Jesus,” so that I would possibly understand how to navigate the constant battles in my home over religion. You can’t fight something you don’t understand, so I began reading the Bible.I purchased myself a She Reads Truth Bible so that it was pretty enough to WANT to read, had messages from other women explaining the “context” so I wasn’t reading “out of it,” and was in layman’s terms. I wanted a fresh start that wasn’t already decided to be a book of evil.The Christian religion focuses primarily on the New Testament, so I started there. This is where Jesus enters.So what I’ve gathered about Jesus is that he is the son of God, but still God because they are one? In my mind I see God as an authoritarian dad with a major anger problem that takes punishment to an extreme (Republican), and then Jesus is the rebel child that is like, “move along, pops, your days are done” (Democrat).He self-sacrifices himself to forgive the “sin” on Earth so that everyone has a free pass to do whatever they want under “free will” (your fate is already determined for you in the Christian religion because “God” has already written the story of you) and as long as at the end of the day they accept him and his dad, they will still go to this magical land in the sky called “heaven.”Heaven is a place where people are literally dying to get in 😂 (pun intended). It is not a place that I have ever spent fantasizing about. Its not a place I have ever wanted to go. It sounds overpopulated and very bland and boring. How could everyone be satisfied in the same place in death, while being completely unsatisfied with everyone while being earth-side? Everyone will just magically get along now that they are dead? Why are you not fighting for everyone to get along here, while we are already together?I hear people sit and talk about how amazing “heaven” is going to be, while talking about how awful life and the planet is, then say to let God take care of the problems, while choosing to ignore them themselves while waiting for others to solve the world’s problems for them, and thats not something I can accept in my heart, mind, or soul. I don’t want to go to heaven, but if you want me in your heaven, by all means have me there, because it’s your heaven.Back to Jesus. He tells us that all “sinners” are forgiven. He tells us not to use religion as a way to make money. He tells us not to store earthly treasures. He tells us to give what we have instead of hoarding for ourselves. He tells us to love and accept everyone, especially “sinners.”That’s all cool, I can dig it. I can see how he gained a following. I just wish his followers would hold themselves to as high of a standard of following that as they push upon the “non-believers.”A friend recently said to me, “I see a lot of humans, but very little humanity.” That is how I see the “Christian” religion. I hear great messages, I see very, very little action. (Message and action do no align)

CROSSROADS

Crossroads Church based in Cincinnati, Ohio is where I began forming my own beliefs.Crossroads does not classify as “Christians,” but rather, “spiritual warriors.” Their slogan is “Be the Church.”Crossroads lives out Jesus’ message through action, rather than just talking about it.

They DO collect money at services.

This money:
  • Provides free housing and meals to the homeless and those in addiction, as well as rehabilitation services and reintegration into society, including a culinary school to help criminals find careers.
  • Paid off $46.5 million in medical debt for people who do not even attend their church.
  • Provided* (pre-coronavirus) free coffee (& hot chocolate in the winter), not only during services, but Monday- Friday for anyone who needed a hot cup and someone to talk to, any time.
  • Provides free shows to the public, an extraordinary kids club, a spiritual camp, various free support groups, free events for the public, among many other things.
You can find their Financial Philosophy here.In the Spring and Summer, they clean up the community as a church. They tend to gardens, fix up damaged buildings, clean up litter, etc. They ask for nothing and supply everyone with breakfast and water. They believe in giving back however and whenever possible.In the Fall and Winter, they host the largest food drives. They did a huge free Christmas show which has now been moved to Broadway. They did Angel Trees and supplied Christmas gifts to many indigent families.In my experience, Crossroads is made up mostly of people who have endured religious abuse as children. It is a place to heal. It is a place to come as you are, however you are dressed, whatever you believe, or don’t, and be accepted and loved. No fear, just love. It is a place that is fighting to change the world and put an end to religious abuse and show the world they are spreading the wrong messages. Both message and action fully align.

BUDDHISM

Buddhism is NOT a religion. There is no “god.” It is a way of life. Buddhists believe in the Three Universal Truths and the Four Noble Truths.

Three Universal Truths

  • Everything in life is impermanent and always changing
  • Possession of material items or relationships will not make you happy.
  • • “Self” is a collection of changing characteristics or attributes.

Four Noble Truths

  • Human life has a lot of suffering.
  • The cause of suffering is greed.
  • There is an end to suffering
  • The way to end suffering is to follow the “Middle Path.
“The “Middle Path” is not living a life of luxury and indulgence, but not one of too much fasting or hardship. It is where you will find nirvana.

Buddhists believe and practice:

  • compassion over selfishness
  • tell the truth, avoid abusive speech and gossip
  • help others, don’t harm living things, take care of our Earth
  • do useful work (farming, florist, creative, librarian, teacher, etc.) and avoid work that causes harm (police, prisons, politicians, taxation, meat industry, etc.)
  • encourage positive thoughts, discouraged destructive thoughts
  • be self aware – think and feel for yourself
  • calm the mind, open the heart
I became interested in Buddhism when I was in rehab for the first time at 18 years old. I find it productive and aware, and the true path to happiness and world peace.

SPIRITUALITY

Spirituality is a personal relationship with your divine creator. It is your own personal set of beliefs, from what you have gathered on your own journey. It is taking what you personally believe, and ditching the rest. It is a physical connection with our earth and space. It is a path meant for you and your steps alone.
  • I do not believe in a “man in the sky.” – I believe that “GOD” is an acronym for Good Orderly Direction. Be a better person than I was yesterday. Do good deeds for the sake of being kind, rather than an “eternal reward.” I believe in being a good person.
  • I believe that it is abuse to put the fear of “God” or any adult figure into children. I believe it is abuse to beat children into submission and obedience. I believe it is wrong to strip rights and holidays from children in the name of religion. I believe it is wrong to hate in the name of religion.
  • I do not believe in “heaven” or “hell.” I also do not believe in a “devil.” – I believe in reincarnation. When I die, I want to be cremated and blown into glass jewelry and given to each of my children.
  • I do not believe that the Bible can accurately be viewed as historical facts. I do not believe in the “Ark.” I do not believe in talking snakes. I do believe in facts over beliefs.🤷🏼‍♀️
  • I believe that material items are of no worth because they will not come with me in death. I believe in giving freely to others. I’ve had it all & sold it all, and none of it made a difference- I am still here living. Do not live in greed. Do not support fast fashion. Buy second hand and support local artists over corporations.
  • I believe that I am responsible for my own actions. My actions are not out of “sin” or any other entity. I believe that ignorance is not an excuse or defense. I do not believe in “sin.” I do not believe in “sinful” thoughts. I believe in action.
  • I believe that men and women have individual skill sets. I enjoy the idea of men and women gods. I agree that if you are saved in death, it’s too late.
  • I believe in receiving signs from loved ones who have left Earth-side.
  • I believe in living a Buddhist lifestyle.
  • I believe in living Jesus’ message, but through a Buddhist mindset.
  • I believe that the Earth is the greatest gift. Always take care of it and make it beautiful. Pick up litter. Plant gardens. Live sustainably. Always recycle. Leave it better than you found it.
  • I choose to live a plant-based lifestyle because I believe in not hurting living things.
  • I enjoy horoscopes, astrology, tarot, crystals, and the idea of communicating with spirits from the other-side.
  • I believe that no human is illegal. I believe that people are born gay and that is a beautiful thing to be. I believe in pro-choice. I believe in freedom of expression. I believe in fighting social injustice. I believe in change.
  • I believe Jesus was probably a pretty cool dude. It’s not his fault his dad was the way he was, unless they are in fact one, then 🤷🏼‍♀️.

Freedom of Speech

“Some people’s idea of free speech is that they are free to say anything they like, but if anyone says anything bad, that is an outrage” – Winston Churchill

My fight against the government began when I was 7 years old and I learned the term “parental advisory.”

The pure hypocrisy of teaching children about “freedom of speech” while turning around and telling those say children that they are “not allowed” to use “bad words” is something that I will never understand.

• What even is a “bad word?”
• Who gets to decide which words are “bad” words?
• Are YOU actually “offended” by a “bad” word, or have you been spewing nonsense about “bad words” because that was what you were conditioned to believe?
• Have you ever actually thought about whether you are even offended or not?
• Do you use any “bad words?”
• If you answered yes, were also conditioned to “do as I say, not as I do?”

You either HAVE freedom of speech, or you DON’T. There is no inbetween. Pick and stick, don’t be a hypocrite.

HAVING freedom of speech and CHOOSING to use “bad words” are two entirely different things.

Give your child the right to use their freedom of speech AND guide them to choose to use kind words because kindness matters.

Give your child freedom of speech AND explain that what they say cannot be forgotten, only forgiven, and to choose their words wisely.

Give your children freedom of speech AND explain why others could be offended by “bad words.”

Give your children freedom of speech AND explain that “bad” is not a fair characterist of words. Words can be hateful. Words can be hurtful. Words can be offensive. Words can be kind. Words can be healing. Words can be misunderstood. Words can be powerful. Words can be persuasive. Words can be uncomfortable. Words can be out of ignorance. Words can be many things, but “bad” is not one of them.

Freedom of speech is a basic human right that ALL deserve, adults & children alike. Showing them how they use their words kindly & wisely is your job as a parent. Just because they have the right to use “bad words,” doesn’t mean they will. But don’t teach them that they have freedom of speech if you aren’t willing to give them that.