Thank You, Holy Ghost. Thank You, Jesus Christ. Thank You, Yahweh. It really did take a whole team to help me, and it’s wild that my ‘village’ in this season hasn’t even been people. God used these trials to pull me back into him so it’s okay now. I realized I had started trying to fight in my own strength again without even knowing it. That was never going to work, and I already knew better.
The devil is a liar and he’s done messing with my mind. It doesn’t matter what he says anymore, it’s not going to pull a reaction out of me. And I’m sorry for the times I put that battle on any of you—online or off, but mainly online—and made it about what you said or didn’t say, when I was really just trying to stabilize.
Today something happened I’ve never seen in my life. I told my dad what my mom did recently (the part she ‘forgot’ to tell him), and he actually saw it for what it was. He knows how she was with me growing up and she’s back to that and worse, but this time I didn’t react. I stayed calm, held my line, and he noticed. My dad told me he was proud of me. I have never heard those words from him before. The same man I’ve exposed as a malignant, narcissistic, sociopathic father agreed with my boundary and with me refusing that behavior anywhere near my life. This is way bigger than personalities. The spirit operating through my mother right now is dangerous, and I’m commanded by my Lord and Savior to have nothing to do with that spirit. So I’m honoring God, guarding my peace, and I refuse to come into agreement with it ever again.
I’m finally able to be talkative again. For a while I completely lost my inner dialogue and it was honestly terrifying. I didn’t know what was happening to me. For months almost if not a year? since 2025!… Now, it’s obvious my body needed actual medication—real, life‑saving treatment for what was happening in my body, not more psych labels.
Nobody has to be ‘worried about me’ anymore just worry about yourselves I take care of myself thanks tho, because I feel so much better. That’s what should’ve been taken seriously in the first place—a year of prolonged sickness —on purpose.
Sounds like a sickness I am well aware of: Münchausen syndrome by proxy in real time. And every single by-passer is just as wicked as my abuser …
I told my dad, Steve, today what my mom actually did. He had no idea, because of course she didn’t tell him—she hides it, that’s the cover. But I didn’t make a scene, I didn’t bleed on my dad, I didn’t bleed on Steve. I just told the truth about what happened, and how even if I make mistakes with my dogs, that does not mean I failed them. And if they want to use that logic on me, they can go ahead and apply it to themselves too, because we’re all human. So what’s their excuse? I don’t throw shade, and they still fail me and know it too…
Let’s become the light 
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