It’s currently Saturday, January 10th, 2026, and I hope everyone's New Year has been treating them kindly so far. ✨ This year is about great health, healing, growth, blessings, answered prayers, miracles & everything good that’s meant for us. I’m in this chapter of protecting my peace — choosing stillness over chaos, authenticity over empty noise. I’ve been learning to limit the people who only show up halfway. Some claim to be “friends,” but truthfully, actions always speak louder than words. What most don’t realize is that I’ve already started quietly pulling back even before the New Year started. I’m matching energy — not out of pettiness, but out of peace. The plot twist? I don’t want anything from them. I’m not looking for validation or attention. I just want peace. I only want people around me who understand that every relationship — friendship, love, whatever it is — needs mutual effort & respect. It takes 50/50 to build something real, not 1% & excuses. Because honestly, if there’s no respect, no effort, no consistency… then what’s the point? ✋ No one deserves to feel like a last choice or backup plan. You deserve to be remembered even when you’re not in the room. So here’s to 2026 — the year of peace, boundaries, alignment & genuine connections only. 🦋 Protect your energy. Speak kindness. Move with intention. Never feel guilty for choosing yourself.

I'm grateful that I wakeup everyday breathing & able to move all parts of my body & that I'm healthy but, I’m struggling with why I feel so unhappy. Part of me thinks I don’t know the reason, but another part wonders if I actually do—I’m just not sure if the list of things I’ve wanted in life is really at the root of it. I imagined by now I would be in a loving, healthy relationship or marriage. I thought I’d have children with someone who truly loves me for who I am, not just for my appearance (body). I thought I would have earned my master’s degree, built a stable career, lived in a place of my own, had a reliable car/ be able to drive & become financially secure. I also pictured myself surrounded by strong, supportive, healthy friendships & having parents who could understand the struggles I face. Instead, I feel like I haven’t reached any of these milestones. Because of this, a painful thought creeps in—that I might end up alone, unloved, with very little to show for the years I’ve worked so hard. It feels discouraging to pour myself into so much effort when the results don’t seem to come. These days, the only things that bring me peace are staying at home & attending church along with sleep to mask the loneliness. For that, I'm truly grateful. I talk to God every day, I take comfort knowing that He listens—though sometimes I wonder if He grows tired of hearing my conversations & how much I pray. Still, I continue to speak to Him, because He is the one steady presence I can rely on.

Advocating for Inclusivity with DoorDash. In this Podcast, I share my recent experience applying to become a Dasher and the disappointment I faced when my application was denied due to not having a driver's license. I believe that everyone deserves the opportunity to work, regardless of their transportation situation. Many individuals—including those with disabilities, students, or those who simply cannot afford a car or due to financial hardship—are seeking meaningful employment. I’m not here to bash DoorDash; instead, I want to spark a constructive conversation about how we can create a more inclusive hiring policy that opens doors for all. Let’s work together to advocate for change and ensure that opportunities are accessible to everyone. Your support is vital! I invite you to share your thoughts and experiences. Together, we can hopefully make a difference!

I hope you’re being gentle with yourself. I hope you’re proud of everything you do and accomplish. 💖 I pray your inner thoughts are kind to you. Remember, you’re not required to impress anyone with your life choices. It’s only about what makes you truly happy. 😊 It’s okay to make mistakes and have bad days. 🌧️ Do what’s best for you. Be perfectly imperfect because that’s what makes everyone their true selves. 🌟 Always remind yourself that it’s okay to need people at times and to ask for assistance when needed. Never forget you are loved, today, tomorrow, and forever. ❤️ It’s very rare to meet an individual who’s afraid of losing you.

For so long, I've been deeply hurt & traumatized by the heartbreaks I've experienced & the unexpected SA that made me feel worthless. I've shed countless tears, reflecting on all the hardships/ pain life has thrown at me, which left me at my lowest point. Trusting others has been incredibly difficult & I've found comfort in being single to avoid further damage & potential hurt. The heartache, verbal, emotional abuse, eating disorder, insecurities, constant need for reassurance, depression & anxiety have all weighed heavily on me. I’ve distanced myself from the majority of people off & on, for months on end, to heal myself. Some may think I’m pushing them away, but that’s never my intention. It’s just to heal myself within this journey, mentally, emotionally & physically. But now, I've entered a period of renewal these past couple or so months & healing. It has taken a long time, but everyone needs to start somewhere. I needed someone to show me that I am worthy & that I don't need to change to meet others' expectations. I'm embracing this healing era of mine, knowing that it's a progressive journey towards a better, stronger me.

Please tell me I am not the only individual struggling mentally? I'm sad, I feel alone, I don't know my purpose & I am just lost. My depression is sinking in like there's nothing else better for it to do. I know most of you will say it, so I have not talked about it to anyone as I don't want to hear the "You will/everything will turn up good for you" statement. I am honestly tired of that statement, I just need someone to listen to me, I have no therapist, or family members who listen/ don't allow me to talk nor do they care. My anxiety has been too much these past 2-3 weeks & I have cried enough probably to create a mini lake. Some nights I have this "It's Wine time nearly every night" thought because it's been rough with everything I have been juggling/being thrown at.

This recurring pattern, sustained over several years, prompted inquiries from my family regarding the reliability of these so-called friends. My responses were grounded in candor, yet I remained perplexed by their behavior. The cumulative effect of these experiences solidified my status as an outlier, a role I gradually accepted. Now, in my twenties, the solitude that once felt imposed has become a familiar refuge. Consequently, when new connections are forged and the term 'friend' is proffered, I am met with a sense of skepticism. The prevalence of inauthenticity has led to a withdrawal from social endeavors, as the effort to engage seems futile in the face of potential duplicity.

The story is coming soon....To be continued.

How do people with such strong bonds with their parents do it? I don’t understand. I just want to know what it’s like & feels like to have a great/strong bond with both or at least one of my parents. What is it like to be able to talk to your mom or dad openly & honestly about anything without being yelled at? What is it like to talk about anything & hear the words “it’s ok, we will figure everything out”? Along with receiving a hug. What is it like for your parents to be honest with you about everything?, instead of lying. What is it like to lean on one of your parents’s shoulders to cry on without a thousand questions asked or without them telling you to stop crying because you’re too old to cry/ let out your emotions? What is it like to have mother daughter dates or father daughter dates no matter how old you are? What is it like to say “I’m sorry but I tried & it was just rough to do this but I’ll try to do better next time”, without hearing the words “ you don’t know anything do you? Or you’ll never make it through life or you keep failing/ you can’t keep up so stop trying”. I guess my point is that I don’t know what it feels like to have/ experience that strong bond with neither of my parents. We just argue or I’m getting yelled at for the little things. My parents think they understand me but they don’t. My parents are not interested in hearing me out about my thoughts neither my emotions. They talk over all the time. I constantly feel like I’m trying to prove them wrong with things they think I can’t do. I continuously try to be more than enough but I feel as if I’m failing in that area. I’m tired of hearing them say they support me with health insurance & etc but I’m not receiving that emotional support when I need it when I’m down or when my mental health is bring me down hill in a life spiral. I continuously feel fear, emptiness, stress, hatred & the tears that roll off my cheeks when I’m alone with a side of lies that come out of certain people’s mouths when will I feel better? I feel like I’m always shattering as if I’m like glass that can no longer be put together.