This is an understatement, I’ve been going through so much. I had the biggest, most cathartic and convoluted shower cry the other day. For the better part of an hour. My mother passed away, dropping unconscious on Mick Jagger’s birthday. She had me at 16 and did whatever she could to prevent me from following the path of teenage pregnancy. We had a tumultuous relationship. Still, I protected her as long as possible with my life, despite her maligning me unapologetically. The power of umbilical cords. I knew it was coming, but I’m still in a state of disbelief and attachment. I never called anyone dad, but I always called her mom, mommy, ma.
This comes at a time where I’m being starved and coerced by the Illuminati (read The Jewish Divines Are A Disgrace). Battling evil pretty much by myself for YEARS on top of everything else. No matter how terrible anyone has treated me, I never allowed them to be trafficked, sacrificed, have their organs harvested and all this other crazy shit these elites are into. I can hold my head up high knowing that. I needed that cry more than life. Carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders with dignity and grace isn’t easy. Between Binn & Genc Jakupi and this Mick Jagger bullshit, it’s been ten years of financial abuse and torture. Me versus everybody and still I show up to do the right thing. Via: TheLatinaConfidential
