#therealistitsgoingtoget
What about the real-life situations people are actually going through—where they feel stuck, lost, or unsure if a future even exists for them? That, my friend, is all part of God’s plan. It’s raw. It’s real. And we’re all going through it—together and individually. So why not embrace the chaos with a little laughter?
Starting this journey over again is showing me that perfection is a lie. I can’t do everything right—and that’s okay. You’re going to mess up, and honestly? Honey, that’s just life. We can’t always avoid what’s meant to happen, but we can learn to adapt and find ways to make it work for us.
One day you wake up, and something clicks. You want more—you crave passion, purpose, a fresh start. And yeah, that realization can lead to a mental breakdown, especially when you don’t know where to begin. But that space of “not knowing”? That’s where the magic is. Wake up and smell the roses, stink. You can start a whole new life. Try a hobby. Taste a new dish. It’s not as scary as it seems.
Being in control 24/7 is exhausting. That’s why your body’s tired—because your mind is doing too much. The remedy is simple: more faith, less fear. We need a lot more of that in this life—especially in 2023, dammit. Now, let’s talk dating. Whew, chile. It’s about to be hilarious. Because me? I love staying inside, watching my shows, working, maybe shaking some ass on a Thursday (or a Wednesday, depending on my mood)—then repeating. But honestly, I just want someone to talk to. Someone I can relate to—not trauma bond with—but learn from. I want to see life through their eyes. The problem is, most people just want to have sex, find a get-rich-quick scheme, and maybe buy some weed (no judgment). But me? I want more.
My life’s already been wild enough. From my wig getting caught on my crush’s door handle mid-kiss, to getting pregnant and burned at the same time—bitch. Double homicide. But looking back? I don’t regret a damn thing. That shit was hilarious, and it shaped me.
When you’re alone, you discover all kinds of cool shit about yourself. Like… who knew I’d enjoy sitting here writing this damn intro for over an hour? And my ADHD is vibing with it? This is a win. (Hold up—my brain’s catching up and I’m getting distracted—okay, I’m back y’all.)
Being in your head isn’t so scary when you stop trying to control every thought. Let them flow. Like, I’ll see a crying baby and think, “Aww, how cute,” then immediately, “Man, f*ck them kids.” I just let the thoughts pass. No ownership. No shame.
This is the realest it’s ever gonna get. ALEXA, play “The Real Slim Shady.”
Truth is, the “sunken place” doesn’t feel so sunken when you learn to embrace your darkness. Being alone makes you reflect on all the wild things you’ve done—or gone through. But now it’s just memories. Good or bad, embrace them. And a sprinkle of sex fantasies never hurt nobody.
So yeah.
Welcome to my secret diary, where we talk about real topics, tell stories, and occasionally get naked (because who doesn’t like being naked?— honestly lol).
