Bane’s Story…
In two weeks, it will be one year since I lost Bane. The grief hasn’t gotten smaller, and the questions surrounding what happened still remain. He was only seven years old—the biggest love bug, the biggest pain in the ass, and one of the most loved members of our family. A year later, it feels like it happened yesterday… 💙🐾
Why We’re Not as Divided as We Think… Emotions Blur the Real Issue
The Timeline Doesn’t Lie
He said he was overwhelmed. He said he lost his spark. He said I deserved better.
But the timeline didn’t match the story — so I stopped guessing and started verifying. This is what happened when I chose receipts over excuses.
I’d Rather Be Honest Than Liked
I’ve always been blunt. Not because I’m trying to be mean — but because I’m not going to pretend, I don’t see what’s going on. The older I get, the more I realize: people either love honesty or they hate what it forces them to face.
Don’t Compare My Reality to Your Coping Mechanism
Progress Without Punishment: The Thoughts Still Show Up, But I’m Not Going Back
The Quiet Evidence of Care
Writing in a notebook by a window with warm light, representing reflection and quiet moments of care.
Before You Get Outraged: What People Are Missing About Venezuela — According to Someone From There
You Rewrote My Words to Escape Accountability, Then Chose Somebody Who Prefers Comfort Over Truth, Just Like You
