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Enter into the garden of my life; I will give you a peak as I compost my dead body to fuel something new.   In 2024, I had a mental health crisis: nothing more and nothing less. My body felt like it was on fire. My body was a fckn cage and I couldn’t escape it. This was a year I decided to take off from alcohol to improve my life. My entire world changed.  I came home early from the white party to find my home dishelved and my devices hacked. An ex roommate terrorized my safety. One of the biggest mistake I have made is not believing my child (dog) when she told me she was afraid of someone. I didn’t listen to her body signals. I passed on generational trauma.  The awful year carried on. My grandmother died. My best friend and boyfriend broke up with me. My mom and I had a blow out fight again. Another sexual assault again. This time I ignored the red flags, walking into a devils den. This time it was definitely my fault because I saw bad signs but I did it anyw...

Some people would like others to believe that I am a predator. I am not a predator. I am not someone who hunts others for fun. I find that behavior quite disgusting. People who intentionally harm others have something wrong with their brains. Several mass shooters have been shown to have brain damage or abnormalities. Like literally something is wrong with people. I cry and torture myself over hurting people. I saw the hurt that I caused and all of the pain that was actively and inactively being inflicted onto me. I repented and did better. I also held it together. I love my mind for getting me through that place. I vow to take care of that man (my brain - he's a dude).   I have been prey. I do not have to be a predator to have people sleep with me. I don't even have to make moves on people; people come on to me. I don't really have to convince people to sleep with me. I'm kinda hot and cool if you haven't noticed 😜 BTW she touched my foot in the hot tub and came o...

I want to apologize for crossing your verbal boundaries. It was never my intention to cause harm but I did so I am sorry for that. I apologize to H for crossing their boundaries also. I wasn't trying to change our relationship; I wanted to share how I felt and feel acknowledged. But it was inappropriate for your monogamous values so I am again sorry for sharing my feelings.  If I missed cues, I am sorry for that. I realize that I am not always great at reading cues. If I said things that were kinda weird or creepy, dude I am totally embarrassed and sorry. I say whatever is on my mind sometimes which is like uh Sunny - inside thoughts bro.  We were bad influences on each other. There were several things that I hadn't done until I met you. I take responsibility for my actions and I was also influenced by you to make certain decisions. It was fun but we couldn't be friends in the same way anymore because we both don't want to be like our past selves.  I do think it is impo...

As a person who is partially disabled myself, it is key that we find a way to make meaning of our suffering. I know it's like the most toxic positivity shit amiright? RIGHT AND WRONG. Shit sucks. It sucks hardcore. Anndddd if we don't make something bigger out of it, we will dwindle away into sour little things. I don't want to dwindle away into a sour little thing. I understand that some people are overcome by their burdens and my heart is so so sad for them. I pray for them that they may find a pathway out the mental hell that reality sometimes is. I feel sorry for every living thing that lives in utter torture. What a sad sad way to live.  Escaping hell myself, I want to share my happiness. Not because I am trying to fix yours. You fix yours or don't fix yours. Keep your shit to yourself if I don't want it. Not my fucking problem. But it is my fucking problem that I feel compelled to speak about my god forsaken journey. So here I go. I will share my insanity with...

Most people have their favorite race. Most people have a least favorite race. I recognize people are going to shake their heads at me but I gotta talk about it because I’m the white queer "lady" with privilege. My favorite race is black and white swirl (in honor of my sister who hates our whole family).  My favorite gender is femme. To my white men, seriously I wouldn’t be who I am without you guys. That being said, my least favorite human sub category is white men. Some of my favorite people are white men!!! It is a much bigger problem than a single individual so it’s not your fault 🫶 Generations and systems have created what we have today.  So all those white man haters out there - if you don't want white men to demonize your category, you can't demonize white men either. When I hear people joke about men, I'm like damn if I said that about a queer person, I would get a new asshole from my friends. In math, some of us learned that two negatives don't equal ...

*trigger warning: child SA*  I woke up feeling sad. My first instinct is to externalize my feelings. But I have been doing something different. I have been sitting with my feelings and letting them talk with me.  While I was at the gym working out, I was having flashbacks. My body is in safe relationships so she has been processing lots more memories. Oh yay! - healing! -  fack me LOL  As I was laying on the bench doing press ups (who knows if that's what they are actually called), I had a visceral flashback. What does visceral mean? It means that how my body felt after abuse comes into my body. When my body was violated violently, it taught me how to dissociate from reality. That put me into a daydream spell any time after.  The first time was violent. That's how an abuser keeps a victim's silence. The consecutive times can be quicker and happen at a much faster pace, which makes it hard to detect. When a kid starts acting out though, there are signs. No one wa...