• We need unconditional empathy.

    I want to talk about the world today. I feel myself getting closer to a crash out and those aren’t fun, or productive. Funny that these feelings and the intense push to share these thoughts fall on 9/11, 24 years later. I was living on LI at the time, going to homeroom in middle school. As I walked down the halls, still clueless of what happened, I saw several of my classmates running and crying. I got to my homeroom, and heard the news. They had it playing on the TV. Many of my classmates, neighbors, friends, family had relatives in those buildings. My uncle lived across the river and could see it all clearly.

    Don’t forget to ground yourself in this crazy world we’re experiencing. This week alone, on Tiktok, I witnessed the shooting of Charlie Kirk, the heartbreaking brutal stabbing of Iryna Zarutska, school shootings, revolutions, bombings, genocide, Epstein files, never-ending attack on women, POC, disabled, and people who are different, destroying of mother nature… And the only one that seems to be plastered all over the news more than any of the others is Charlie Kirk.

    I’m not celebrating Charlie Kirk’s death, but he died on the hill he created. I understand why people are saying “I have no empathy” for him, because he was a shitty person, don’t get me wrong.

    Empathy must thrive through things like this. We cannot allow ourselves to be desensitized to the state of the world today. If we all stooped to his level, there would be no empathy at all. The job of a narcissist is to make everyone as miserable as them, to bring someone at a higher level down to theirs (and unfortunately, this country is run by them). We want nothing more than for them to taste their own medicine. It leads to pettiness, anger, violence, continuing the cycle of hurt and unhealed trauma. We cannot allow that. We are the generation of breaking cycles. Turn inward, ground yourself. Be better for yourself so you can be better for those around you. Create, express, share truths with open minds, total transparency. I used to think America was a melting pot, because of all the different cultures in one country sharing beliefs and delicious food recipes. As more and more truths come out, it’s clear that we’ve been lied to and betrayed, made to believe if we followed their teachings we would be taken care of. Instead, we’re just constantly being pitted against each other (successfully so far) as they take every penny we make (we destroy our bodies and work our lives away just to be one paycheck away from homelessness) with insurance that doesn’t pay out when you need it but is required with literally everything, subscriptions, sell cheaply made things with the design to break and keep needing repair, charge for and gatekeep basic necessities, take away crucial education and basic rights, use AI to brainwash and take away boredom which is where healing, creativity and independency are developed, and slowly isolate us from the rest of the world. Yet, we are too busy fighting each other than fighting the real issue, to notice that this is happening right in front of our eyes, right. now.

    Fortunately, we are the creators of our own universe and we can choose love.

    We can choose UNCONDITIONAL empathy.

    We can choose to understand that that person you spilled your whole heart to, even hid some of the best parts of yourself away for acted out of hurt and unhealed traum. and instead of sitting with themselves, they chose to continue passing that hurt around. I’m still going to love you and hope that you one day choose to sit through your pain and be better. Instead of allowing that pain that wasn’t mine to bear in the first place to change who I am, I vow to never allow someone to influence me in a way that causes me to lose myself.

    We can choose to understand that we have to love that person from afar because they’re no good for you. Because they don’t know any better.

    We can choose to understand that Charlie Kirk was not one for the people.

    But his children and his wife, and everyone else who was at that debate, did not deserve to have that memory ingrained in their brains for the rest of their lives. You cannot condemn gun violence and celebrate it. If we ever want peace, if we are ever to break the cycle, we need to be better. period.

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  • It’s the most wonderful time of the year

    It’s the -Ber months! which means fall is not far behind. Fall and winter are definitely my favorite seasons. I love spring, but summer comes way too fast after. I love cold, crisp air and wearing comfortable clothes. Feeling cozy all day without sweating. The smells, the sights… I just love it and best of all, NO MOSQUITOES!

    The heat wave is gone, my gardens and dogs are so happy with the cooler weather. Mosquitoes are still here, but more manageable. My luffa has started producing and I am so excited! I am getting more into weaving, but taking my time with this hobby because I want it to last. I tend to dive all into new hobbies and discoveries and eventually burn myself out. I want to be able to do things with this one, so I am making sure I am taking breaks when my back starts to be uncomfortable, taking breaks between works, stretching, doing other things in the meantime that still fill my inspired heart.

    I’ve been having to face the reality that I may be forced to go back to work before my body is healed. I know I can’t handle a full day of work, but insurance told me they don’t understand why I can’t work, since I’m not fully incapacitated or needing surgery. I’m trying to prevent that! Ugh. My PT and I have finally found where the pain has been stemming from, which is the usual rhomboid area. I must have pulled a muscle ~13 years ago without realizing it. We’ve been needling that spot and the pain radiating from it has been getting smaller. It’s really achey right now and I missed PT yesterday but I haven’t been doing well mentally the last few days. Today, I feel a little perkier and have a little more hope. I will have to take a little time to the side today and give myself a stretch, massage, and muscle stimulation. it’s really so simple, but why is it hard for us to do the simplest, mundane things? they’re repetitive, annoying, never-ending… like laundry and doing the dishes. ME HATES EM. but, ya gotta stay on top of them or else an anthill turns into a mountain! The saying “once you stop moving, you start dying” is so true. I may have been force to slow down, but it doesn’t mean I need to come to a full stop. I just needed to sit through and readjust some perspectives. 🙂

    Here are some of the things I managed to make in August!

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  • I learned a new skill

    So… Lol. I found a new hyper fixation, but I think this one will be stick. It has gained so much traction on Tiktok and I feel so proud after my first two pine needle baskets! A week ago, I decided to try my hand at pine needle weaving. I had no idea the trees here that I’ve been hating on producing the longest pine needles ever! Well, here is my work from the first week of knowing how to weave pine needles 🥰

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  • Oh So Humm

    I got my cortisone shot yesterday, and it took me back to the days where I was hospitalized for my kidneys (I was diagnosed with IgA nephropathy in 1999).

    The shots (novacaine or numbing agent, then the injection, then medicine) hurt at some points where I needed to grip the table and curl my toes, but I made it through. The doctor who administered the shot kept conversation with me the whole time, and his assistant was so kind. They said I did really great, like they were impressed. It wasn’t much to me, just something I needed to push through and nothing I hadn’t been through before.

    I’m lying in bed thinking that it really did hurt and I want to cry about it like hey, that actually really hurt. This was the first real shot or injection that caused this much “discomfort.” I realize I do downplay my pain to “discomfort” because my pain tolerance is so high. And I feel like a lot of tension and stress has been stored where the shot was administered (in my spine where the neck meets the shoulders) for so long that it’s coming out, and being in the hospital was actually traumatic in 5th grade for a week or so, but I never really remembered much of it probably because I was probably heavily sedated.

    I never associated that period of my life as negative. Yes, my body was fighting but I had so much love and support, none of it mattered but I had to be strong, too. I pushed through the pain of all the poking and prodding. I don’t even remember it as anything bad, just something I had to be strong for and I guess numbed myself. I needed to cooperate in order to feel better and not see my family so worried. Yet, all I remember is my family being there the entire. time. A parent or both, a grandparent or all 4, my siblings… Every time I woke up, during the hard times, every doctor visit, small events at the hospital, follow up visits, visits to the salon to get my facial hair waxed since it was so thick due to the steroids I had to take to get better, nursing me back to health, making me laugh and feel seen in my weakest states.

    Needles, thermometers, thumbs used as rectal thermometers, etc. I received a biopsy, while awake and my dad witnessed it with me holding my hands the entire time. They even had to redo it again. That is 4 little shots and 2 big extraction needles at the age of whatever you are in 5th grade.

    I also had a major surgery in 2010 at 20 years old for a cochlear implant. The surgery and recovery were really rough. I was couch bound for weeks and needed assistance just to sit up and go to the bathroom. I don’t remember the pain, I remember the love. 

    I’m so thankful for my parents. I love my siblings. They do so much for me. I wish I could do more to help them in return. They deserve a better life than they’re living. 

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  • Step into who you are

    I feel like a part of me is slipping away. I don’t use ASL nearly as much as I’d like. The deaf community here is essentially non-existent and the closest one is 1.5 hours away. My friends want to learn, but learning a new language takes time and commitment. I have thought about posting short videos of basic signs, and I want to post some videos of me talking and signing so I can become more natural at it. My roommate knows how to sign pretty fluently, but our schedules are often not aligned. Being on camera makes me nervous. I will have to push through so I can keep that part of me and make it stronger. I wanted to read and sign from a book, but that’s copyright infringement. Sooo I guess I’ll have to use my own stories and words. 🙃😬

    Here’s to nurturing yourself and stepping into who you truly are. Who cares what everyone else thinks?

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