My new favourite website!

I recently found some pages on Facebook that I had to follow. They are about mental health, and I have found many posts that are extremely relatable. They also have a website as well. “The Mighty” is a place where you can read personal experiences from others who have mental disorders like anxiety and depression. Check out their website!


What’s going on in my mind right now?

A therapist told me I should start journaling. I already kind of do this but not on a huge scale.

So maybe this’ll be my journal entry today.

What’s been on my mind lately is all about the “connection” we have with other people. How do I know there’s a real connection there?

Sometimes I worry that I’m not really connecting with people, and instead I’m just going through the motions of what I think is suppose to happen.

I never really felt like I had that sort of connection with my family. There will always be a connection, but not this kind. It feels “superficial” to me, my relationship and connection with my parents. Almost like it’s not real. And I am not sure what to do with that information.

I know my issue with connection is from that and many other things. I just don’t know what to do with any of that. How can I try to achieve that deep connection with people if I have never actually experienced it?

It goes in the same category as my huge identity issue as well. I can’t figure out who “I” am. I have always been just going along with everyone else, I never had the chance to grow that independent side of me. So much so that I have a hard time figuring out my likes and dislikes, what I value and believe in.

I’ve had to take care of things most of my life. Whether that be housework as a child, or taking care of the bills for my father as a teenager, or having a child at a young age. All of those things I have had to be responsible for. And now as an adult, all I ever have are responsibilities. But I’ve taken care of so many things starting at a young age that I think at this point, I just want like a week where I don’t have to be responsible for anything. I’m tired…… it’s tiring keeping all of these thoughts and responsibilities in my head and making sure I do them. Now, for anyone reading this who just said “welcome to adulthood” that isn’t what I’m looking for. I know adulthood is pretty much this. But remember that part of your childhood or teenage years where all you had to worry about was doing the dishes once a week? I didn’t get much of that. As a teenager, I was taking care of an entire house, plus bills, with little money, all the while living with my dad who wasn’t helping much with any of that. And then on top of that, I had a baby when I was 18. Young girl dealing with a lot of adult problems.

I’ve been responsible for my brother or my brothers action/non-action many times before. I’ve gotten the brunt of my dads annoyance when my brother doesn’t do what he is asked to do ( and why would he at this point? He knows no one will actually make him do anything, and I will just come and clean everything anyways) You see, when my brother and I were very young I think he learned subconsciously that if he doesn’t do the chores he is asked to do, I (with the huge encouragement from my mom) would be there to get it done for him.

Nobody made me stop and nobody told him to do it or they didn’t try hard enough. I’m sure it was cute, but it set us both up for failure. I have lived with that problem for so many years. Every time I lived with my brother, I was always either cleaning up after him or hearing dad bitch about him.


This weekend is Thanksgiving, which means family get togethers, food, and conversation. 

Now since it’s thanksgiving, I’d like to write a post about the one thing that I am extremely thankful for.


What constitutes as family you might ask? Well I can tell you one thing, blood isn’t the only way one can become family.

Family to me means people who will support you when you need it the most. People who will be that shoulder to lean on when you need one. It’s the people you can call or text when you just don’t know what to do anymore. 

I’ve lost both relationships with my parents because as I grow and learn about self acceptance, they won’t. They won’t learn, or grow, hell they’d have to acknowledge the problems first. And they won’t. 

The people who are in my life now are the people who accept me for whatever or whoever I choose to be. All they want to see is me happy. 

And that I’m super thankful for. For having family that aren’t blood making up for what is lacking in my blood family. Without you guys, I don’t think I could have made it this far. I’ve had some rough times in my life, more recently and more serious than before. And what matters to me are the people who are currently around me and my life because they care and love me. 

And that’s what family means to me.

Update/Life Story :)

Hi everyone, I hope everyone’s week went well.

My week didn’t start off great. I had a relationship ending (little did I know) fight with my mom. Essentially over my (she thought) lack of empathy towards a victim in the news. I was playing devils advocate and empathizing with a victim of police brutality. I at the time didn’t show empathy towards the deceased mainly because I was only talking about the victim of the police brutality. I tried to explain my point and she got mad. And pretty much left the conversation there. But she legitimately got mad at me. And she acted like I personally attacked her. Like I sat there and said how much of a piece of crap she is. I was trying to understand her point of view, and she got defensive and that’s when she always shuts down. 

I finally got the guts to tell my mom how I have been truly feeling as if lately. You see, my mom is one of the most critical people I have ever met. Relevant and irrelevant things she’ll be critical about. Almost like she was looking for an argument in every conversation. She is so critical that I only knew how to be critical on myself. So I wrote this long note, telling her everything. From how I was truly not doing this to be malicious but up until this point I hadn’t been totally upfront with my feelings to how I feel I can’t tell her how I truly feel because she’s told me frequently how she feels about mental health. And as soon as she read it, she went on the defensive. She took bits of pieces of what I had said and criticized it. She never once owned up to the mistakes she made. I even went as far as to tell her that I was struggling so hard. But she just shut down and started to defend and insult me. 

My parents divorced when I was 4, and from there my mom practically raised me and my brother by herself. I raise my hat to that because I know from experience what a single mother has to go through. Especially with an ex spouse who wouldn’t put the effort in for his kids. I was recently told by my mom that as a young child, I would frequently help around the house. But my brother wouldn’t. Which means I constantly picked up after him because he wasn’t going to do it. I realize now that of course he isn’t going to do it, he has his sister doing it all and his mom encouraging his sister to continue that behaviour. She enabled him at a very young age. And we all wonder why he is they way he is now. I was their “example” child. I was constantly put in situations where I would excel just to have the reasoning behind it, thrown in my brothers face. In ways I way extremely bad for my brother, because I was the favourite child. I was the one that my dad went to first when he came home. I got all of the attention. I’m not bragging, trust me. Nobody wants that much attention. But my dad was in and out, here and there throughout my childhood. He frequently didn’t show up for his scheduled weekends. But when he did show up, he would take his children to unfit peoples houses, and we played amongst cockroaches and pee stains on the floor. Or in the early years my dad would drop us off at his psychotic moms house. He was always the part time “fun” parent. If we were staying at his house for the weekend, we always got junk food and stayed up super late. My mom had the unfortunate part of parenting the other like 28 days of the month. 

 I lived with her up until I was probably 13 and then I lived with my dad. My dad was a pretty hands off parent. He was more of a friend than a parent. But he failed me because he couldn’t/wouldn’t put the effort in that it takes to raise a child let alone a teenager. He worked as a cab driver, so he worked long and late hours. Which let the teenage me have a lot more freedom than I should have. If I would have stayed with my mom, my teenage years wouldn’t have been so filled with freedom. But my mom couldn’t handle me anymore and let me move in with my dad. Who by the way made it seem like it was going to be the greatest thing since slice cheese to live with him. But little did I know that the freedom I received as a teenager was in exchange for a “housewife” role at home. I ended up becoming the person taking care of the house. Even though my dad was bringing home most of the money and was the adult, I was taking care of the house. I made sure the house was clean, dinner was cooked, the works. Some of that time my brother spent living with us, and like in childhood, my father didn’t parent my brother and I was made to clean up after him too because he wouldn’t do it and my dad would get mad because it wasn’t done. But he’d get mad at me because I was there. It took a long and difficult time but I finally managed to acknowledge the codependent relationship my father and I had, and that’s when I moved out on my own. That was the second time I made a decision for myself ( the first being going to college). And wow the freedom I experienced living on my own. 

My mom takes no responsibility for how I turned out. Even though she raised me pretty much single handedly for 12 years she blames either me or my dad. All of the negative things are because of me or my dad. She takes no responsibility for how I turned out. And for years I’ve heard the bullshit and anger that they have for each other because they never let me forget just how much they hated the other parent. My dad always telling me my mom is brainwashing me, my mom telling me my dad is going to turn me into a good for nothing person. One of the last things my mom said to me was I was definitely my fathers daughter. Which I know means “ you are just as useless as your father”

I also have realized that even now as a 25 year old woman, my parents do not and have not supported my mental health. Neither me or my brother has had our mental health taken care of. My mom thinks you should be able to just get over it, and you should just be stronger than said issue. My dad, on the other hand deflects, and turns everything serious into a joke. My brother will take your biggest weakness and shove it in your face while you are down. And these are the reasons why they are blocked on my facebook.

The mom issues happened at the beginning of the week, but the other two happened last year. These people just randomly explode at me, and get super personal for no reason. And all three of those people will use your biggest weakness against when you are at your weakest. 

My mom and I came to an agreement a few months ago about me and my family “buying” her house in five years. It was an amazing offer and just so incredible.  But during this fight, she took the offer back, and told me she was going to sell the house and give $5000 to my brother because that’s how much she’s spent on me this past year. Now, most of that $5000 she spent on me and my little family was in the form of gifts and offers. Don’t get me wrong, I always appreciated the gestures and always made sure to tell my mom how grateful I was for her and my grandma and the help. But if I ever asked to borrow money, I always paid it back ( even though paying it back I was caught in the same loop of borrowing $20 and paying it back just to borrow it again). She was basically helping us get through each month. But I tried my best to think of her feelings when I did or said anything to her. She did do a lot for me and that I will be forever grateful for. But as it looks to me, these nice offerings came with a price. They weren’t just gifts because she want to see her daughter joyful, they were made just to be thrown back at me later on. So she could have something over me. Something to use against me when I didn’t agree with her on an issue.

There are a lot of problems in my family. Most of them are unhealthy mentally. Amongst them I’m sure there is a whole bowl of undiagnosed mental disorders that none of them will even acknowledge let alone get help with. And amongst all of that, my mom is incredibly two faced. She will talk the biggest and worst shit about you,she’ll say stuff like “I don’t want anything to do with so and so” but will act like two old friends catching up with that same person. She puts so much of her energy in hating other people but then allows these people to walk all over her. Like what’s the point? Either let it all go, or deal with these people you are having issues with. 

I know now that even though you are blood related, that doesn’t change the fact that if someone doesn’t want to be in your life, they won’t be. They will make that choice for you. Whether it be blocking you on Facebook or leaving a thousand messages. My mom blocked me on Facebook. That was her decision and that made the choice for me. She made the choice to block her daughter all over a matter of different opinions. And that’s fine. She made the choice not to be involved in her daughters life. I will never be able to live up to the high expectation she has for me. And you know what? That’s fine too, because the only expectation I need to live up to is my own. The only person who should be as critical as she was to me is me. And even I shouldn’t be that critical.

I have learned a lot over the last few years. A lot about me, my family, why things are the way that they are etc. I’ve realized that my family issues are a lot more deeper. I realized that my mom is just as broken as my dad. I realized that I can’t trust many people in my family. 

I’ve also realized that I’m a much stronger person and I can handle all of the toxic people that come and go in my life. I can run into all of these problems and problem people and come out the other side bigger and better. Stronger and healthier. 

Because you see my mental health is my #1 priority. And since my parents never thought to consider my mental health, I will do whatever it takes, to see that my mental health is taken care of properly. I have to learn how to pay attention to those thoughts and feelings, the ones that my mom thinks I should be able to just get over. I have to teach myself how to truly love myself, how to truly listen to my heart and my brain. I’m getting to see the things I never got to see, a happy family, loving parents, co parenting. And I’m glad to say that my house is a mental health supportive household.
So tell me, do you have toxic family members you’ve had to say goodbye to? Come on, let’s start talking about these things.


I haven’t posted in a while, honestly because there hasn’t been a whole lot going on. 

I’ve reconnected with my best friend, and I feel really good about it.  I was able to be honest and upfront about my feelings. I’m excited to see how that friendship grows from here.

We are seeing my mom and grandma next week and I couldn’t be any more excited for that. Not only do I get to spend some quality time with my mom and grandma, I also get alittle break from this chaos.

Even though we haven’t had much going on, it’s always stressful. But I have figured out ways to deal with everything and to let go of things I can’t control. 

I’ve started jogging. Small jogs but definitely one that will get the pulse going. I’ve done 8 Days so far. I even got the whole family in on today’s jog. 

It’s only up from here. 🙂

What is wrong with the world?

A story came out of the States recently, and I’d like to take a few moments and talk about it.

First of all, Rest in Peace Jamel Dunn.

Second of all, if you have not heard, there were 5 teenagers who were hanging out by a pond, when they saw 31 year old Jamel Dunn walking up to the fenced off pond. They watched as this 31 year old disabled man, walk right into the pond. And then they decided to start videotaping. They were seen mocking and laughing at Jamel as he was seen drowning. Then, they heard a scream from the background, laugh and say “he just died”

Jamel was pleading for help, all the while these guys were laughing and having a great ole time.

I can’t even begin with this. I read an article today about how the teenagers didn’t have a “legal duty” to help this man. And what is astounding to me is that, that is even a point of contention. If they had no intention on helping the man, they should have just left. How heartless do you have to be to watch someone die and laugh and joke about it at the same time? I hope the Judge presiding over the case makes an example out of these teenagers. They chose to act like adults and should be send to adult jail. Where in my opinion, they should just stay.


So we currently have a shared yard. I’m not a huge fan but we got what we got.

So one of my neighbours has decided that our yard is a perfect yard for their dog to be tied up in.

And I’m not ok with that. They don’t even watch the dog, so it goes to the bathroom where ever it wants to. And because they don’t pay attention the dog craps, where my daughter plays.

How are people so inconsiderate. It’s a shared yard!! Where kids play!?!?

I wish people thought about these things.