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  • Do You Think I am A Joke?

    Do You Think I am A Joke?
    Apr 25 2026

    When you do me dirty, to only come back because you got caught. Do you think I am a joke? When I saw who you are and I chose to play along, to let you think I didn’t know what was going on. You exposed yourself, I didn’t do it. Trying to use my health information as a tool to harass and bully me. Committing several crimes. You used my confidential information as a gain but in the end you now have a criminal record that will follow you for the rest of your life. Violating HIPPA, PHI and breaking many federal laws. What reaction did you think I would have? What response did you think I would have? You ruined your life, trying to convince people I had something to hide or that I was bad person when it all of this was out of jealousy and envy. I only regret staying a few things that were inappropriate. I helped you and was good to you but you will never shared that side. You will only share the bad parts to benefit your narcissistic story, but now no one believes you. I forgive you, but I have nothing to do with you. You could have explained yourself a while ago, but you chose to do this twice. No my problem that you haven’t learned to keep your mouth shut. Now you learned a major lesson that gossiping or a workplace that likes to gossip about others doesn’t get you anywhere expect federal trouble, because what you were gossiping about was protected information with no consent to share. You always want back what you lost, but it’s too late now. I would rather tell the truth and the parts I did wrong because I have nothing to hide. You messed with the wrong one. Now that you know that, it’s too late now. This isn’t about me wining, it’s about making sure this doesn’t happen to no one else.


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    2 min
  • Sand Drawing

    Sand Drawing
    Apr 25 2026
    The mentality, verbally, physically and sexually abused started when I was nine and continued to get worse two weeks before my thirteen birthday. Someone I wasn’t related to, but someone’s finance, til this very day I still get blamed because the wedding didn’t happen. It’s not like I caused it or wanted it to happen. The sand drawing is the person I was before and who I became. I am very guarded but I never became cold-hearted when I had every right to do so. The strength to share took years. A lifetime restraining order, a team that is here to stay when I needed them. No where does it feel safe for me, I always look over my shoulder. To having my door spilt in half, by a grown man in his forties full of rage. Cigarette burns, to even worse things, I did have a lot of growing up to do, but least I chose to make a change. To the ones who hurt me because they are hurting, I never went to same level. I healed in silenced but I never forgot the pain. The strongest ones don’t beg, or treated others the same way you treated us. We just learned at a young age we don’t belong to fit in no matter where we go. We were ment to walk alone and not have many friends. So before you judge a book by its cover or why that individual is the way that they are. You will learn the had way why you shouldn’t cross us. We would rather be alone, walk alone, instead of dealing with the drama. We aren’t stupid or naive, we play it that way to let you expose who you really are. A narcissist needs consent validation, attention and never wants anyone to know who they are behind the mask. They think they are above the law and everyone and that they know everything, until everything fails in the end. Going through something dark like this, many will never share there story because many will take the perpetrator side instead of the victims. They will treat the perpetrator as the victim and the victim as the perpetrator. Many will say it’s for attention, or that we caused this. Many will speak on this like they know what they are talking about or that we could escape. If you never experience this then just keep your mouth shut. Many of us couldn’t escape because our life was in the line. Breaking chains didn’t come over night, the sand drawing is sharing a survival story that many will never understand because they will never have to experience this.

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    3 min
  • Waves of fire

    Waves of fire
    Apr 24 2026
    Needing oxygen, since my lungs can’t expand. I am not getting oxygen, so my heart has to do twice of the work. Having Fibromyalgia, CPS (Central Pain Syndrome), Gerd (Acid Reflux) and possibility of Myasthenia Gravis. On top of this I also have Abdominal Endometriosis which is eating my abdominal wall. Either being very cold or very hot, there is no middle ground. Either pins and needles, sharp, shock or electrical pain, there is no warning. Going numb in any part of my body or having a flare up without warning, no season is it better. Regardless of my battles, I have six classes left my Bachelors degree in Transportation and Logistics Management will be done. The business side of my degree. To have a 4.0 GPA and working day or night shift on top of that. I will never stop living life, no matter how hard life gets. Getting a promotion in August, July 22nd will be two years for me. Two weeks of vacation July 22nd through August 1st. I still keep going. I won’t be classified or told I can’t do certain things due to my health. Waves of fire, where I can either have migraines for a week, to being in bed because how bad the flare up is, when I appear again, you will never see struggles I go through. Just because I look fine on the outside doesn’t mean I am fighting a war on the inside. Using an inhaler, specially with all these fires going on. The smoke irritates my lungs, but many have it worse than me. Georgia, South Carolina, North Carolina and Florida need prayers with these fires. I could complain or make a big deal about life, but I am glad I can share story while sharing what is going around us. That may not be shared at all, and it needs to be shared.

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    2 min