Things have been eerily quiet in blogland. The last post was late September 2025. Here we are in early March 2026.
Since the last post, I left the dry heat of the DFW area and am now in the gorgeous, newly developed North Raleigh. It’s strange here, as so many people are from the northeast, donning that New York unfriendliness. Where a simple hello can give you that side-eye stare.
I truly cannot blame those muted or forced hellos coming from strangers passing me by. Life grabbed me by the throat and forced me to reassess everyone I’ve ever known. Family, mostly.
How I wish I could share tales of joy and being seen by the people who share my blood. I’d write endlessly about that, most likely drop to my knees in daily gratitude.
But no. It’s a devastating tale of ongoing emotional and narcissistic abuse by nearly every family member, along with their flying monkeys. Without going too deep into the trauma, this repeated abuse had a devastating cost: emotional, social, romantic, spiritual, and professional.
I couldn’t name the abuse until July 2024. Undoing decades of maltreatment is challenging. It’s almost like relearning to walk, talk, breathe, defecate, everything. What I thought for so long was up is, in fact, down. And vice versa.
I’ve held my tongue for too long and refuse to be silenced about this. This blog, although connected to my business website, will occasionally spill the truth on these matters. Not every day or week.
Here are the rules: if you come here for your own sick pleasure or business, you cannot be in my life. I’d rather be broke and drink the algae-filled waters of the duck pond in front of my apartment than be hypnotized by your false care.
However, if you wish to meet me in this messy space in a grounded, honest manner, let’s dine together. Let’s play. Let’s frolic in authentic joy.
My goal is to resume the fiction-based affiliate blog next week. Now and then, you’ll get the real talk, much like you’re reading here.
Until then, be well, and may you find inspiration in every step you take.
