07/21/2026
The longest time I cared what people thought. I cared that people judged me for being addicted to drugs. I cared that people thought I was a piece of s**t mother who “chose drugs over her kids”. I cared about people seeing me get arrested. Moral of the story is I cared too much about what people thought.
Fast forward to today… F**K WHAT THEY THINK OR SAY. Why? Because at the end of the day they weren’t there rebuilding life with me. They weren’t there when I was in prison. They weren’t there through the domestic abuse relationships I endured, they weren’t there for all my trauma that I decided to self medicate from.
The other day I decided to pull up my old Pastors name on here to see if we were still friends… guess what? We’re not. He deleted me. Which is surprising because well, I guess my type of Christianity doesn’t fit the perfection of what most Christian’s think these days and well, he once was someone who was “mentoring” me and my husband.
I’m sorry, I don’t f**k with that fake ass s**t. That’s fake. Oh, I’m cussing? I’m sinning. No, I’m bothered that yet another pastor decided I “wasn’t good enough”. That s**t is ridiculous.
So to those who are Christians and judge me for my honesty, my continued walk in Christianity that is still work in progress go f**k yourselves.
Me giving a f**k about people’s judgements surpassed long ago.