Sharing With Humans

07/08/2025

He chased you, got your attention, then neglected you because he hasn't healed from his past trauma and abandonment issues. There's NOTHING wrong with you. The love you DESERVE will come from a man who is whole and healed.

07/03/2025

07/03/2025

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02/17/2025

How Did You Get Here?

I knew some of you when you were five years old. I spent summers with you. I watched you grow into adults. I knew your values back then—values of fairness, kindness, and actual Christian principles. And yet, here you are, standing behind this.

How did you get here? What happened?

Are you really telling me that your morals changed that much over time? That the person I once knew, who believed in doing what was right, now calls cruelty righteous? That the same people who once spoke of compassion now revel in the suffering of others?

I refuse to believe you’ve all changed that drastically. So tell me—are you just silent out of fear? Have you convinced yourselves that looking away is easier? Or have you truly decided that power matters more than truth?

Because silence is complicity.

If you are still sitting in these churches, listening to preachers glorify a man who embodies everything the Bible warns against, you need to ask yourself: How do you claim to be Christian while standing beside someone who reflects nothing of Christ?

"By their fruits, you shall know them." (Matthew 7:16)

Tell me—what fruit has this man borne? Hatred? Greed? Deception? Corruption? Because I don’t see love, truth, or humility.

And let’s talk about the reality of what you voted for:

SNAP benefits? Cut. Food insecurity will skyrocket.

Medicaid? Slashed. Thousands will lose access to healthcare.

Social Security? Actively being gutted.

The Department of Education? On the chopping block. Public education will collapse.

Farmers? Losing thousands as tariffs and trade wars crush American agriculture.

Federal employees? Fired in mass layoffs, with a hiring freeze to ensure they don’t get replaced.

Reproductive rights? Shredded. Women’s autonomy stripped away piece by piece.

No minimum wage increases. No protections for workers. No affordable housing solutions.

And you celebrated it.

Was banning abortion worth all of this? Was controlling women more important than feeding children? Was punishing people for being different worth letting everyday Americans fall into financial ruin?

When have you felt the pain enough?

We’ve all said never again, and yet here you are, watching history repeat itself—watching the government round up immigrants, cut social services, and centralize power—and you’re okay with it because it’s your side doing it.

I am not overly religious, but I know what is right. And I know what is wrong. And I know that Donald Trump is wrong.

It breaks my heart to watch people I once admired worship a false idol. To watch Christianity—the faith that shaped so many of us—become a tool for power and control rather than love and righteousness.

It hurts.

It hurts to watch Christianity die.

But I will not lose my faith in what is good, in what is true, and in the power of standing up for what is right.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me."

"Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over." (Psalm 23:4-5)

I say these words when I am afraid.
I remind myself that even in the darkest times, I will not back down.

I will not let this darkness win.

02/02/2025

This is how it begins.

We are watching loyalists be installed. We are witnessing the consolidation of power. We are seeing wars sparked with our neighbors and allies. History has shown us where this road leads—and we are standing at the crossroads.

This is not imaginary. This is not extreme. This is reality.

We are a nation built on the idea that power belongs to the people, yet we are watching that power be stripped away. Camps are being built to detain people. Rights are being rolled back. Voices are being silenced. If you have ever said never again, then know that now is the moment to act. Because history doesn’t ask permission before it repeats itself.

Democracy does not die in one fell swoop—it erodes while good people hesitate.

If you care about freedom, if you care about your future, if you believe in the American spirit that has withstood the test of time, then now is the time to organize, to protest, and to fight back—not with weapons, but with our voices, our votes, and our unwavering presence in the streets.

We are the last defense.

The power of the people has toppled dictators, shattered walls, and rewritten history. But only when we refuse to be bystanders. Stand up while we still have the right to do so.

Our nation is at its darkest hour, but we have always been a people who rise from the shadows. When we come together, we do not fail. When we stand united, we are unstoppable.

This is the moment. This is the fight. The time is now.

01/30/2025

Random thought about your local gas station attendants.

11/08/2024

Dear White Women,

In my 40 years of lived experience in predominantly white spaces, I’ve learned one undeniable truth: when it comes down to it, you will always choose you. The numbers speak for themselves—52% of you voted against the rights and safety of others, and that is still far too many. Instead of claiming to be "one of the good ones," it's time to start having hard conversations with your families. Stop ignoring the uncomfortable truths at Thanksgiving and start the revolution at your own dinner tables.

What are you doing every single day to actively change this world? Because while you sit comfortably, claiming, “It won’t be that bad,” my Black skin, my neurodivergent children, and my LGBTQ and disabled communities are on the chopping block. Project 2025 has made it abundantly clear where we stand in their plans—our survival is not guaranteed.

The most insulting part? It’s not just those on the red side—it’s liberals, too. Watching so-called allies, who know the policies, understand the implications, and claim to stand with us, still sit in public spaces and say, “It’ll be fine,” is infuriating, disrespectful, and dismissive. It’s a betrayal. You know better, yet you choose to minimize the fears and lived realities of the very people you expect to protect you. This behavior isn’t just delusional—it’s tone-deaf, patronizing, and deeply offensive.

Your assurances of, “We’ll be okay,” are not only misguided but deeply harmful. Maybe you, with your alabaster skin and blue eyes, will escape the worst of it, but the rest of us are not safe. Watching you tell minorities on your team to wait it out is nothing short of a slap in the face. You’re willing to sacrifice us for your own comfort, and yet you still demand our votes, our labor, and our protection.

Black women have said it loud and clear: we are done. We are done protecting people who refuse to protect us. We are done organizing, educating, and doing the groundwork while you reap the benefits. This isn’t just a political battle for us—it’s survival. Our families have fought for decades, from surviving segregation to pushing for civil rights and creating programs to uplift marginalized communities.

So don’t come here asking us for guidance. Don’t ask us how to organize. Don’t ask us to lead while you sit back and enjoy the privilege of inaction. If you want change, stop centering your comfort and start confronting your complicity. You have the power, the access, and the privilege to make a difference—use it.

Because while you sit in comfort, the rest of us are fighting for our lives.

Sincerely,
A Black Human Exhausted by the Status Quo

10/05/2024

Remember two weeks ago when the meteorologists were like, ‘Oh, we overestimated, everything is quiet...’? Yeah, they clearly don’t know enough nurses or paramedics in your life—and it shows.

NEVER say the ‘Q’ word. That’s a rookie mistake, and now look what we’re dealing with! 🤦🏽‍♀️🙃

05/30/2024

Celebrating my 7th year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

03/27/2024

What had happened was that I was in a dream. I lived in a way that allowed me to justify and see the best in people. I was able to relate to and have compassion for those who had previously done nothing to deserve the loyalty they were able to obtain from me.

I had a part to play in the hand that I was dealt. I had a way of attempting to push through, even though sometimes I knew that it did not feel good. I accept that I allowed others to hurt me. I do accept that I left the space and did not protect myself from allowances to let others hurt me.

I had to have been sick, blind, or stupid to not see the way that people were treating me. The root is I previously believed that I was a bad person and did not deserve love. From a young age, I learned that I was difficult to love and that no one would love me.

In my life, I have learned to remain silent. Even in my time of pain, I have learned to heal my own wounds. This has led me to a place of hyper-independence. I have had the life experience to learn that the people outside of myself are not the ones that I would be able to depend on.

In my youth, I had to learn to self-soothe. Yes, we all learn to do this; in fact, young children develop this coping skill as they age through the toddler years. However, while learning your parents are divorcing, at least one of them should be aware that you are crying, yet I am the one who clearly remembers sitting alone in my whimsical room with the pink ruffle curtains and the matching comforter and sham, even down to the matching waste bin, bawling my eyes out.

I remember how violently I was crying. I remember thinking that my entire world was coming crashing down. To make matters all the worse, my best friend and friend of the family (due to our moms being best friends at that time) told me that I was a loser because I had divorced parents. That was one of the most cruel things I had ever experienced as a young child. It was in one of those types of moments that I first began to distrust people.

While it stung, I had learned not to trust her. I had learned not to tell my vulnerable side of things. I never wanted to share anything that made me sad with anyone outside of myself. I heard that, yet again, I was unlovable. Even her dad made jokes that my dad likely ran away because of me. This hurt twice as much. Well, even though she was ugly to me, she ended up having divorced parents later in life. Old enough to where the adjustment took a minute for her to re-adjust to life. She reaped what she sowed, and I have gone on to see much more of this outcome in my life.

My life thus far has been interesting. People feel they know me, but unless they have sat down and spoken to me at length, they have no idea.