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I don’t wanna go on with you like that šŸ’›

No one is going to dull my sparkle! Still shining āœØļø šŸ’›

But I don’t wana go on with you like that
It gets so hard sometimes to understand
This vicious circle’s getting out of hand
Don’t need an extra eye to see
That the fire spreads faster in a breeze šŸ–¤

I Don’t Wanna Go On With You Like That- Elton John šŸ–¤

This is the version of this post that I’ll probably share on Facebook. I have a much longer version for this blog. But, for now, I will share this shorter version (still super long).

I shared this on here before, but I later removed the post out of concern that certain people may see it. I think the post is called ā€œI don’t wanna go on with you like that.ā€ Elton John! It’s back in my drafts, and I considered publishing it again. But, I’ll share this instead and name it after the original. Lol

When I posted it last year, I was in a darker place. I had no idea what to do. This year, I’m in a much better and productive headspace. Back then, I was depressed.

Also, there was something slightly identifying in some of my screenshots. Someone would have to do some serious sleuthing to do anything with it, but still. Lol

I don’t want anyone to be able to contact my ā€œfamilyā€ who this is about.



I have been carrying something heavy that no one knows.

Multiple occasions, I tried to share this and just couldn’t bring myself. But I can’t keep it inside anymore.

I finally asked for help and feel a weight has been lifted off of my whole body. I did not even realize how heavy it was until it lifted.

I am so happy and light, it’s just amazing. I knew to an extent how much suffering alone was affecting me, but not just how much until I finally reached out for help.

I haven’t even received help yet and already feel a sense of being empowered, just at the prospect. And I did have the opportunity to share my experience with a professional person before I visit in person.

My appointment is later this month.

There was a point, just a year ago, where I felt this situation was not compatible with life. And, if you read this, you’ll understand why.

I want my side out there. I want my voice heard.

I feared that if I shared this, people may see it as a reflection of me, like if someone is doing this to me there must be a reason for it. Like maybe I deserve it. Because who would do this to someone for literally no reason? It’s not uncommon for people to think if we are the target of abuse or assault, we did something to ā€œdeserveā€ it. But that’s not the case. No one deserves this.

I am being badly abused. Every day. It has been going on for years. There are almost no breaks.

I live with severe domestic violence, and no one knows it but me.

Last year, it reached the point where I can no longer cope. I can’t go it alone anymore. I called the National Domestic abuse hotline last Summer, and it was AI. Not a person. And it wouldn’t help me because I’m not abused by a romantic partner. As if that’s the only abuse that’s valid.

It was extremely disheartening to call for help and not only not be greeted by another human but told by a robot that my experience is not valid. And it told me it would send me a link to resources where I can get help. I clicked the link, and it was a link to their own website with the same number I contacted and was told my experience isn’t valid. What a joke.

I considered calling the suicide hotline, but I feared I would be locked away if they traced my call and tracked my location. I was involuntarily hospitalized years ago for being suicidal. They physically restrained me, took me to Court, and locked me away for weeks against my consent. So, I decided not to call, and continued to suffer alone. Also, my problem wasn’t being suicidal, it was being abused. I wanted help with the origins of the problem, not the side effect of it. I eventually came to handle it better in my mind. But the situation is still toxic.

Life did not used to be like this for me. And I miss when it wasn’t. I miss having a normal life at home. There were always toxic issues. But nothing to this extent.

The worst of it has been going on the last two years. Before that, it was manageable and mostly able to be ignored. I had a happy childhood, full of vacations & camping trips and movies and playgrounds and ice cream and toys. My dad made childhood fun. And my mom took care of me and was, overall, a loving mom (unless she was angry). This is something that escalated through the years.

My mom & sister are violent domestic abusers.

They should be on a list.

I don’t wish negative things on them, but my sister plans to get married in the future and have kids. And every good man (and even potential platonic friends) should be warned. She’s out there.

And she accuses pretty much everyone of rape, even admitted it wasn’t true in some cases. I am sorry for whatever poor bastard gets involved with her. Have fun being falsely accused of rape. Lol

She lied and told my mom she caught me watching rape movies and getting off on it in my bedroom. My mom called me a ā€œsick fuck.ā€ She also posted this on Facebook, said I was getting off on women screaming ā€œStopā€ and ā€œNo.ā€

One day, she was awake in her bedroom. I heard her. I was in my bed, watching Pippi Longstocking. And my sister ran down the steps, screaming to my mom that I woke her up blasting a rape movie and traumatized her. My mom was furious and cursing at me.

I realized that after my dad moved out a couple years ago, what he was displaying all these years was mostly reactive abuse. It was a response to my mom’s years long verbal absue of him. He became a monster (mostly to my mom), and I thought it was all him. I forgot through the years what she did to him first, because his reaction to her became so extreme that it overshadowed what she was doing all along, to both of us.

I never knew reactive abuse is a thing until he moved out and I saw what she began doing worse to me, and I began to have the same reactions as he did, after a while, except in my case, they aren’t anywhere near as toxic. When I say something to her about her being wrong, she says “That’s what he always said, you’re just like him, you’re both narcissistic assholes!” Or something of that sort. It hit me that that’s why he was reacting that way all along. Then, coincidentally, not long later, I saw a post about reactive abuse on social media. I get it now. He eventually put her in her place and kept her there. It was the only way to stop her. Then, he looked like the monster.

When he moved out years ago, for five years, she was way worse with me then, too, and I always wondered why for those five years, she was worse with me, instead of happy to be rid of him. Now, I understand, the source of it all was her, and when he moved out, I became the target. Everything he said through the years is now happening worse to me. It always did, just worse now.



He is a toxic person, and much of what he did wasn’t justified. But as soon as he moved out two years ago, she moved right onto me, and I find myself having all the same thoughts he used to say “She comes at me and at me and at me,”

“She twists my words around to make me look bad and then argues with me,” “I’m like a lion in a cage, she just pokes me and pokes me and pokes me until I react and then I’m the bad guy,” “She constantly criticizes me for no reason.” “She constantly makes me do all her shopping.” “She has anger issues.” “She always has negative body language/tone with me for no reason.” “She’s always laughing at me.” (She always accused him of trying to control her movements and expressions and tones, and I thought he was being seriously abusive to her, but since he moved out, and she got worse with me, I see now. He was doing that because she was constantly hostile with him, just like with me. I do the same thing now. I’ll say one simple thing that is valid or reasonable, and she’ll roll her eyes or look at me like I’m disgusting. This takes a toll after a while to where you just get angry about how they’re looking at you and how the animosity seeps through their body language. )

This has been going on much longer than two years, my mom was toxic her whole life, but the worst of it was in the last couple of years. And in these last years, I began to see the whole picture more clearly.

My mom is full of rage & hate. For life itself. And it’s all unleashed onto me because I’m an easy target. The rage radiates off of her. It’s palpable. She screams and yells and curses and stomps around the house day & night, day after day, ranting & raving & raging. She throws things, crumples things up in her hands out of anger, stomps her feet, throws stuff to the floor and stomps it, making these primitive gutteral sounds of fury.

My mom cannot handle anything that is not even remotely criticism. She does Olympic medal level mental gymnastics to reach the conclusion that something is criticism against her. And then she goes off about it. And any mistake she makes is someone else’s fault, usually mine. She forgets where she set her glasses down, and it’s my fault for talking and not paying attention to where she set them. She drops a bag a cashier is handing her, after it’s already in her hand, and it’s the cashier’s fault. One day, that happened, and glass in the bag broke.

She said it was the cashier’s fault for how she handed the bag to my mom (she literally just reached out for her to take it). Then, when we got home and I was upstairs, I heard my mom downstairs telling my sister that the cashier dropped the bag and broke the glass thing my mom bought. She can take no responsibility.

Oh. And she’s a racist, too šŸ™ƒ


She calls black people N***ers. (I have multiple screenshots), but only to my sister and me. No one else knows she’s a racist. She says women, even married women, who don’t want to become pregnant should “keep their legs closed, the filthy w.hores.”

The blue is my message to my mom. The grey is my mom’s message to me. The word is highlighted because I looked through old messages to find this. She’s been a racist her whole life. I used to call her out on it, but I stopped giving her the satisfaction, and just ignore it now. She liked getting a rise out of me. This message alone should be enough to confirm that my mom is as vile as I say she is. Her and my sister claim that I lie about her, that she’s such a great person and such a great mom. Welp! I’ll just leave this gem right here and let you decide for yourself lol There’s more like this, and ones of her saying women should keep their legs closed if they don’t want to get pregnant. She also called me a d*ke more than once and has referred to a few gay women that way, again, not to their faces, of course. So, yeah.


If you saw her outside, you would never know it. She’s softspoken and sweet and mild mannered-seeming. She says thank you and giggles this fake, sweet, innocent giggle and has people thinking she’s the sweetest little lady.  (She has become so angry, though, that she’s beginning to show it to others, like cashiers she gets angry at).

But within the walls of our house, she’s violent, oppressive, cruel. She screams at the dogs, says the most vicious insults about me. Says our little dog should be put down when she’s mad at him for snapping at our other dog (she’s only saying that out of anger, she wouldn’t really). She is the most vile, putrid woman you could ever meet. Not to quote Donald Trump, but “Nasty woman.” Lol

One of my cousins stopped talking to my mom because my mom lashed out at her with an abusive text message when my cousin did not talk to her that way. My mom is abusive when angry.

None of this is new, it’s just so much more extreme now, that she’s almost unrecognizable compared to what she used to be.

On my 40th b-day, my mom told me that “40 doesn’t suit you” and called me a miserable bitch as soon as I woke up. I actually wasn’t, I woke up happy and got to see my friend for breakfast. I got a free Starbucks coffee. I went for a walk in the breezy weather. I laid in bed with my dogs. But I was a “miserable bitch” and a “horrible bitch.”

She argued with me over money as soon as I woke up and argued with me about doing all her shopping. Her and my sister refused to work their whole life and depended on my dad’s and my pay to support them and then argue that I don’t bring home enough money. They do almost no house work and won’t do their own food shopping or run any of their own errands. And when I say I’m tired of it, and they have to start doing something, I’m a “horrible bitch” and an “abuser.”

My mom always tries to ruin special days and events for me. I thought it was my dad all these years. But I see after he moved out, it still happens and worse. And I remember now what she always did before he got worse.

She tried to ruin my 40th b-day. She yelled and cursed at me and slung insults. For no reason. She always finds some excuse. But I decided not to give her the power anymore. And now, I’ll have someone helping me.

I asked her to take a picture of me in my 40th b-day sash that I bought myself. It’s hard to get a full body picture, myself. And she was passive-aggressive about it. What “mother” acts like this? She seriously couldn’t take a simple picture for me, for a special occasion?

Many moms would go all out for their daughter’s special day, and would be more than happy to do something to bring them simple joy. She did absolutely nothing for me, just argued with me the second I woke up, said passive-aggressive remarks, and mumbled “happy birthday,” as if she could hardly even pretend to care.

When it’s my sister’s birthday, she’s pampered with expensive flowers, a “birthday girl” ribbon, a balloon, whatever expensive cake she wants, a bunch of gifts, stuffed animals, money, whatever she wants to order online…. Whenever it’s mine, I’m told to get my own cake or whatever they feel like throwing at me, and my sister gets me a few gifts, just out of sense of obligation. My mom couldn’t care less.

My sister at least pretends to care with the bare minimum. She did argue with me, too, though. I went out for a walk, and the very second I walked in the door, they both came at me, arguing, my mom almost yelling, calling me insults. My sister did not tell me Happy Birthday and then used the excuse that I started an argument, when it was really her & my mom who did.

They tried to ruin it for me, but I wasn’t going to let them. I had a great day. I couldn’t completely ignore them, but I engaged as little as possible and told myself to consider the source. They are vile, miserable people. And misery loves company. I wasn’t going to be its company.

Not going to keep me down ā¤ļø


One of them (sure it’s my sister) takes and breaks my stuff when I’m out, pours my perfume in my bed. I bought myself a cute Plushie/stuffed animal, months ago, and I came home to find its throat slashed one day. And of course, neither one of them know what happened to it.

They deny that they are abusers, and they claim that I am the abuser. I have screenshots to back up some of what I say. Not the worst of it, but enough evidence. They have NOTHING on me. Just the lies they constantly tell. They use the fact that both of them agree and it’s two against one, to ā€œconfirmā€ I’m the problem.

And what’s funny is, my sister frequently shares memes that say, ā€œI hope your abuser dies today.ā€ šŸ¤£šŸ˜‚

If I could, I would ghost them both so hard, for the rest of this life. But, unfortunately, that’s not an option at the moment.

I found a therapist who is just beginning to get back into work. She put her career on hold to have kids. Now that they’re older, she’s back to work.

She’s going to be leaving the center soon, she’s an intern, completing her degree now.

So I won’t be her longterm client, which is actually good. I don’t feel I need longterm therapy. I can just use a few sessions to learn some coping techniques and get my voice heard.

She’s a mom and specializing in relationships, so I feel that she’ll be a good fit. As a mom herself, she’ll automatically see that what I experience with my own mom, is not normal. She may understand it in a firsthand way almost, because she knows what normal and healthy relationship she has with her own kids, and she has professional experience as well. It would be good if she has basic knowledge of cults/mind control & sociopathic tendencies. Because I believe that’s what’s going on here.

She sent me a form and asked me to explain my situation in-depth.

I’m so thankful for the chance to send it in writing first because I am much better in writing than talking.

So, it will already be on record for her to get much of the whole picture.

It’s kind of long, but I’m going to share here. I’ll copy & paste what I sent my therapist. They wanted as much details as possible, and I am thankful for that because I’m very detail oriented.

Here is exactly what I sent my (temporary) therapist (I censored my sister’s name so that no one can potentially find her and tell her any of this. I would probably be m.ur.dered, and they would probably say it was one of the dolls):

I live with my mom and sister, and they have frequent and unprovoked/easily provoked blowups/outbursts directed at me. They curse at me and argue with me and find problems with me, almost regularly, for the most trivial things or things that aren’t even wrong. It’s constant, unnecessary criticism.

And when I tell them it’s unnecessary, they call me a ā€œnarcissistā€ who can’t handle criticism, even though I say it’s frequent, unnecessary & disproportionate criticism that is the problem, not criticism that really is warranted. Everyone needs criticism, occasionally, but this is constant and unnecessary.

They sling vicious insults at me. I’m called things like a ā€œpiece of shitā€ and a ā€œstupid fuckā€ and ā€œtrash,ā€ and ā€œa freak,ā€ just for accidentally knocking something over or forgetting to do something, or even for things they accuse me of that aren’t true. My mom has called me scum before and other abusive insults just for spilling something, or for things my sister lied about. I never talk this way to them.

Any mistake I make or a perceived mistake by them, they attack my whole character or personality, instead of seeing it as just a mistake anyone can make. Anything I do that they don’t like, even if it’s not wrong or nothing that bad, I’m automatically a terrible person. They call me ā€œshit for a person,ā€ simply for being later than I said I would be for something, and any other petty mistakes.

My mom tells me my hobbies and interests are ridiculous and tells me anything I think or feel is ridiculous. Anything I say about myself, she denies it. If I say I always do something, she tells me I never do. If I say I’m working late, she accuses me of lying and being out just for fun.

If I say I’m good at something, she tells me I’m not. If there’s something I like about myself, she tries to tear it down. If I have an insecurity about something, she tries to fuel it.

She tells me my job is nothing and that it’s a job any lazy person can do and that it’s not even work. She tells me I did nothing with my life, just as an insult. When she tells me I did nothing with my life and I tell her I work, she automatically accuses me of being arrogant and trying to ā€œrub it inā€ that her and my sister don’t have a job. When my point was just to say I do actually do something with my life, because she says I don’t. They take everything I actually say and intentionally misinterpret it or put an absurd spin on it, to make me look ridiculous or wrong.

My mom tells me no one likes me, and when I mention people who like me, she says it’s only because I’m fake and that if I showed them my real self, they wouldn’t like me.

When I say it’s wrong to talk to me this way, my sister & mom call me a narcissist or too touchy or tell me I deserve to be talked to that way. When I say I don’t do any of this toxic stuff to them, that they do to me, my mom says things like ā€œWell good for you, do you want a medal or a cookie?ā€ When my point was that it shouldn’t happen to me. I cannot reason with either of them because I only get mocked or lashed out at or told it never happened. My mom mimics my voice when I tell her what she does is wrong. She’ll say exactly what I say and use a baby voice, to mock me. She’s 64 years old.

They often deny any of it happened. They do things in front of my face, like throw something, then literally a second later, say it never happened and that I’m either a liar or crazy and imagining it. It’s impossible to address anything they do because they just deny it ever happened.

The lying with them is extreme. It’s abnormal lying. It’s lying that has no ā€œrulesā€ anymore. People usually lie only when the other person did not actually see/hear it and can’t know for certain. Even lying has ā€œrulesā€ or a reasonable aspect to it. But their lying is beyond typical lying.

They do and say stuff directly in front of or to me and then claim it never happened. I don’t have this problem anywhere else, with anyone else. I have a job and a volunteer job and a couple friends I meet up with, and no one else tells me I’m crazy and imagining things or lying or mis-remembering.

Most of this happens in person, but sometimes I have screenshots to prove something they tell me I’m crazy or lying about, to show that I’m right and not ā€œcrazy,ā€ and then they call me a ā€œfreakā€ for having screenshots or saving messages. But it’s impossible to work out a problem when someone denies that it ever happened.

There’s like no reference point to work on anything because according to them, it doesn’t exist. Even if they admitted something but defended themselves on it, I can at least try to work with that and come to a solution or something. But when they deny it ever happens, there’s no conversation to take place. And that’s just it, I have to drop it.

They manipulate and control me. They threaten to break or throw away my stuff when I’m at work, and they threaten to throw me out if I don’t do favors for them. They make me go get their food & snacks every single day and run all their errands, and if I have to work late or say I’m going out and can’t do their shopping, they tell me I’m ā€œwithholdingā€ and ā€œstarvingā€ them, even though they are able-bodied, mentally competent adults, who have full access to my bank account & venmo account. I don’t drive, and they make me carry so much stuff home in bags for them, almost every day.

They make me bring bottles of soda and food and anything else they want. When I say it’s injuring my back and neck, they call me a liar and selfish and say I just don’t want to help them. We live very close to the stores, but they won’t leave the house to get their own stuff. Some mornings, my mom makes me go to a store for her and then more stores for her and my sister later in the evening. If I don’t, I have consequences.

If I refuse to do excessive things they ask me, I get insults and cursed at, or find my perfume poured into my bed or my stuff broken or missing, or my phone chargers cut. They both deny it was them and tell me I’m just losing my mind or that a ghost must have done it.

Or they tell me that maybe one of their dolls took it or broke it because I made the doll angry (They’re doll collectors, and they believe the dolls are haunted & conscious). No one else is in our house. I’m certain it’s my sister doing this.

Every single thing I tell them is toxic about them, they say it’s really true about me. I generally have to stay silent to avoid worse problems with them. But they always find an excuse for an argument or blowup, and it’s always them together against me.

My mom intentionally tries to provoke me to get a reaction, and when she finally gets a reaction, she calls me a narcissist who is harassing her, or calls me crazy. She starts arguments with me as I’m walking out the door or before important events. I used to think it was a coincidence, that something always happened to fall into her lap right then, then I realized it’s intentional, so that I have to walk out shaken up and wondering if it will continue when I get home.

My dad used to say he was like a ā€œlion in a cage,ā€ that my mom would ā€œpoke and poke and pokeā€ until he reacted and then he was the ā€œbad guy,ā€ and now she does that to me since he moved out. She used to laugh at him and mock him and say ā€œOh yeah, you’re a lion,ā€ about his analogy. And she does the exact same to me when I try to explain what she’s doing.

My mom & sister start arguments with me at night, so I have to go to bed shaken and stressed. But it’s all one-sided arguments because I’m not allowed to say my side. If I ever speak up, they scream at me or tell me to shut up, or they talk over me.

Anything that goes wrong, my mom takes it out on me, even when it’s nothing to do with me. If it’s not explicit insults, it’s passive aggressive remarks, and just hostile body language and facial expressions and a cold tone. When I tell her that she’s just always negative with me, that her body language and expressions and tone are antagonistic and cold for no reason, she tells me I’m trying to control how she is.

When she says vicious insults about me and I say it’s wrong, she tells me that’s how she talks and that I’m trying to change who she is and control her, instead of acknowledging that it’s toxic to me.

My mom & sister are severely verbally/emotionally abusive, and they refuse to listen to how it affects me. They tell me I’m exaggerating or lying or that I deserve it and make them do that. Or they laugh at and mock me and say I’m ā€œtoo touchy.ā€ I tell them what they’re doing is abuse, and they laugh together and say things like ā€œPoor Kim, you’re a poor little abuse victim.ā€

It’s frequent middle-school-style bullying.

Then, they use my reaction to their abuse against me, to ā€œconfirmā€ that I’m the true problem. They say whatever they want to me or about me, and then they won’t let me talk or say my side. I have to take everything they throw at me and be silent, or they accuse me of harassment.

I’m looking for ways to cope with that and be less affected by it, because at the moment, none of us can change our living situation. The toxic family situation is not new, but through the years, it worsens to where it’s hard to live with sometimes.

My sister is very unhealthy, emotionally. She was since she was a child. She’s almost 30 years old. She has the intellectual ability of someone her age, but she throws fits like a toddler when she doesn’t get her way. She uses her health conditions as a form of manipulation.

She was manipulative since she was a child in ways no kid would even know how to be.

Since childhood, she threatened to kill herself or run away or take drugs or tell vicious lies about us if we did not do what she wanted, like take her to a playground or buy her things she demanded. My mom never got her help. She was a child, threatening suicide, and my mom let it slide. She would tell her not to tell my dad. And when my dad did find out, they wouldn’t let him get her help.

My sister has always threatened me. She’s 10+ years younger than me but tried to control me her whole life. She would threaten to lie to my boss and say I was stealing off the company or stealing off clients, unless I did what she wanted. She threatened to call my therapist back then and lie and say I was ā€œgoing off.ā€

She threatened to lie and say my dad sexually abused her, when she got angry at him. She threatened to tell my friends I said things about them that I never said. She threatened to lie and tell people I abused her. She recently threatened that she’s going to ā€œmake my life hell.ā€ When I tell her what she does is wrong, she breaks down and sobs hysterically and calls me an abuser, and my mom yells at me and agrees with her.

She did this since childhood. She controlled my mom, dad, and me. But, especially my mom. My dad is also very toxic and was less easy to control, so she mostly kept it to just my mom and me. I stopped falling for it, and now, my sister has resentment for me for not doing everything she wants.

She threatens to lie and tell people I abuse her and that I’m a narcissist. She posts this stuff publicly on Facebook, and I ignore it. She knows she can do this with no consequences. But just once, I shared a meme about verbal abusers on Facebook and said I have family like this. I did not name anyone.

My mom & sister saw it and knew it was about them, and they had a blowup on me for talking about them on Facebook, even though I never said it was them. I still don’t hear the end of it. But my sister lies frequently about me on Facebook, where I can see it. I can’t share my side, or I’ll have to suffer the consequences. But my sister knows there’s no consequences for saying anything to or about me.

It got worse the older she got. I had surgery a couple years ago, for example, and my sister wanted my oxy pills. She doesn’t have a drug problem, she claimed she had a headache. I said no, and she had a breakdown and was yelling and cursing at me and said she would kill herself if I did not give her the pills. She told me it would be my fault if she kills herself.

My mom began screaming and cursing at me, along with her, and told me my sister is going to kill herself if I don’t give her my pills, and that it will be my fault if she does.

They were yelling vicious insults about me. Finally, to stop the yelling and cursing and insults and threats, I gave her my pills. Instantly, as if a switch was flipped, they calmed down and were laughing together and talking to me, like nothing happened. I was still angry and anxious and stressed, while they were already over it, like nothing. It wasn’t normal.

Emotions don’t just change in a second, especially intense emotions. She was threatening to die by suicide, and two seconds later, after she got her way, they’re both there laughing and talking and having a light-hearted conversation. They tell me that the fact that I’m still angry about something later, even mere minutes later, is me ā€œnot dropping thingsā€ and me ā€œdragging something onā€ and ā€œharassingā€ them. I never get to say my side or explain or defend myself.

This is just one example of what happens almost regularly in my house.

My sister demands us to come out of the bathroom when she wants to get in there and says it’s our fault if she gets a uti if we don’t come out. If I’m in a shower and don’t come right out, they both scream at me and call me a ā€œpsychopathā€ who wants my sister to get a uti. My mom literally jumps off the toilet when my sister bangs on the door and demands it. My sister is only doing this to control and get what she wants, when she wants it.

She uses the excuse that she has stomach issues or gets utis and has special needs that she should get in the bathroom right when she needs it. That could be a valid situation in some cases, but with my sister, it’s all about control & entitlement. It’s a pattern.

My dad is also a toxic person, but not as toxic to me as they are. Him and my mom never got along. She has a lot of pent up anger because of him. He moved out around two years ago, and as soon as he moved out, my mom’s verbal abuse got worse with me. It’s like she moved onto me once he was gone. I’m an easy target for her anger.

When my mom is angry, she becomes vicious and cruel in ways she isn’t when she’s not angry. Through the years, she has become frequently angry, so she’s frequently vicious now.

It began as me being an easy target, and then took on a life of its own. It’s like I’m her punching bag now. It’s as if she has an at-home gym where she goes to blow off steam whenever she feels like, and goes wild on a punching bag, and I’m that human punching bag. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it. When I try, it only makes it worse.

Everyday, she comes at me as much as she can. I’m often not home, but it’s when I am home. It’s in the mornings as I’m leaving for work, and at night when I get home. I mostly stopped texting her during the days because it was happening in messages.

She could never do this to my sister or dad because they would do worse back to her. I don’t. So, she learned that she can unleash it all onto me, with no consequences to herself.

I had a therapist years ago who said, by what I described, my mom displays displaced & disproportionate anger. She suggested I talked to my mom about it, but my mom wouldn’t accept she can do anything wrong. My mom becomes furious when she’s told she’s wrong. She’s still like that now. When I told her what my therapist said, she said she doesn’t care what ā€œsome quackā€ thinks of her. Now, she’s much worse than back then.

My mom is also abusive in more subtle ways that, on the surface, or in isolated cases, my not seem that bad, but all adds up. She’s regularly passive-aggressive, in just mundane interactions. Most interactions with her, even in messages, leave me drained or anxious or in turmoil, even if I can’t pinpoint exactly why. After paying closer attention, I realized she does subtle things on purpose to get at me.

My sister dropped out of school on the first day of 9th grade, and my mom never homeschooled her. My mom always took care of our basic physical needs and bought us anything we wanted, but when I got to be an adult, I realized my mom was very neglectful in other ways, particularly with my sister.

I had some basic rules, growing up. But my sister did not. I don’t have kids, but I understand that kids need guidelines or rules, and they have to have some kind of age-appropriate accountability when they break them.

My mom never set rules or boundaries or encouraged my sister to work at having a future in terms of money or work. My sister had no bedtime growing up, nothing was off limits. She was allowed to watch and eat anything she wanted, whenever she wanted. She refused to go to elementary school unless my mom did volunteer work there. My mom volunteered there til my sister graduated. My sister went to middle school, and then never went to high school.

When my sister did wrong, she either wasn’t told or was told about it and would have meltdowns and then was told it was ok after that, that she wasn’t wrong, just to calm her down.

My dad was around, but he never had a say in anything back then. My mom had the final say, and her philosophy was that my sister could do what she wanted, when she wanted, with no consequences.

And now the consequences of that are severe, as an adult. My sister is beyond entitled. She doesn’t function like an adult, even though cognitively or intellectually, she is adult age. Emotionally, she’s like three years old.

My sister never got a GED. She has an 8th grade education. My mom has no problem with that, but she does have a problem with my low pay and my job she calls ā€œshittyā€ and ā€œnothing.ā€

My mom never had any true problems with me. I was a very easy kid, I never gave her problems as a teenager or young adult. I went to school and work. I contribute, financially. She has no reason to have the resentment for me that she does. It’s all because I’m an easy target. And it’s regularly and intentionally fueled by my sister. My mom is like my sister’s puppet. My sister tries to control me through my mom.

My mom hasn’t worked in 40 years. She chose not to.

They both refuse to work or even get government assistance because they don’t want to leave the house. They depend on my pay and some of my dad’s social security money he gives us to help out. And they say it’s my fault we don’t have enough money because I did ā€œnothingā€ with my life and have a ā€œshitty job.ā€

They almost never leave the house, and they refuse to socialize with anyone. My mom wasn’t always that way, she had friends. But my sister isolated her, through the years. I used to think it was my dad isolating my mom, but I realized it’s my sister. My sister wants my mom only to herself.

They have no life outside of each other and no opinions or personality outside of each other. They disagree on nothing, and anything I tell my mom, she tells my sister, even if I ask her not to. My mom refuses to text me unless it’s in a group chat with my sister. But they have their own chat without me.

My sister has to oversee every single message my mom and me send to each other. She’s that controlling of my mom.

If my mom even hints at disagreeing with my sister on anything at all, or won’t do something she wants, my sister will scream and threaten all night long.

It’s an extreme pathological bond. It’s not normal for anyone, not even a romantic couple. They don’t exist without each other. It’s like they’re the same person.

My sister won’t go to any of her doctor or dentist appointments without my mom. At almost 30 years old.

They also share the same delusions with no basis. For example, they are both convinced that a friend I had in college, years ago, a young woman, was going to kidnap me and sell me into human trafficking. There is literally no basis for this. She was Brazilian, so they came up with this racist delusion.

They also held other strange delusions, through the years, including that my sister’s doctors were conspiring against them, doctors who did not even know each other. These are things that no reasonable person would believe. And somehow, both of them happen to believe the delusion.

This may just be a hobby, I’m not sure if this is pathological or just a different belief system/interest, but they share a doll collection, and they both truly believe the dolls walk around when no one can see and that the dolls communicate with them and tell them things.

They use crystals and pendulums and ā€œmagicā€ wands. But they both literally believe all this and that the dolls are telling them the same thing. They believe the dolls get angry at me on their behalf. They don’t have any separate beliefs. They don’t question or doubt each other, ever. And the source of it is my sister. If my sister said she saw a real zombie in her bedroom, my mom would believe it.

They’re like a two-person cult. It’s triggered by my sister. I realized recently that the root of all this is my sister. I had a therapist years ago, before my sister and mom were this bad, who said what I was describing about them is ā€œemotional incest,ā€ but it’s much worse than that. It’s brainwashing. It’s legit brainwashing, not something said as an insult or loosely. My sister brainwashed my mom.

My therapist years ago thought my mom was the one coercing my sister into it. But it was my sister all along. Back then, I did not understand the situation or the underlying phenomenon.

As a teenager & younger adult, my sister & mom would have shouting matches, regularly, every single night. My sister would have blowups every night about all of her problems, and would demand my mom to listen to her and try to fix her problems.

It was an every night thing that would last hours. It was our normal. It never involved me. It was my mom and sister, and then my dad would involve himself and make it even worse. My sister and dad would have blowups that would trigger each other’s. It was usually taken out on my mom.

Back then, my mom was not as vicious with me because she was getting her anger out on my sister. Eventually, the shouting matches got less & less. My mom would compliment her and buy her flowers and gifts and do constant favors for her, to keep her calm.

Then, the pathological bond began to develop to an extreme, and my mom’s anger was directed more at me. It got worse after my dad moved out, two years ago. The better my mom & sister get along, the worse my mom is with me.

For many years, I was confused about the source of this whole toxic family situation. I used to think the main culprit was my dad because his voice was the loudest and his toxic ways, most explicit. But when he moved out, it got even worse. I realized he was a problem, but not the main problem.

I began to consciously pay attention during interactions and see exactly what’s going on. And I thought back to all the issues through the years and realized my sister is the underlying problem. My mom has toxic traits of her own that I think are innate. She used to verbally abuse my dad before he became worse abusive to her as a result.
But my sister is the main instigator of the main problem here.

My mom used to have a personality outside of my sister, and we used to get along well enough. She was always toxic in some ways, but not this extreme. She used to say when my sister was wrong, and my mom had her own mind. My sister took over my mom’s whole person. My mom is not allowed to agree with me on anything, or my sister has outbursts and says we’re against her. Then, my mom will change her mind and agree with my sister.

This was not always the case to this extent, but there was always a hint of it. My mom always had to give into what my sister demanded, since she was a toddler. The difference is, my mom knew what was happening. She knew my sister was being controlling and wrong. She used to tell me all the things my sister did and how her life would be easier without my sister and that she felt like she had a toddler still.

She used to defend me against my sister and tell my sister she was wrong when my sister did something to me. Now, she supports everything my sister does to me. She goes along with her and encourages it.

Gradually, through the years, my mom stopped realizing what my sister is doing and is now devoted to my sister. It’s like Stockholm syndrome. She traumatized my mom into worshipping her and being devoted to her, unconditionally. My mom knows she gets rewarded the more affection and agreement she shows my sister and ā€œpunishedā€ if she goes against her. But it’s not conscious anymore.

She literally says my sister can do no wrong. And if I say my sister did something wrong, my mom yells and curses at me, and yells ā€œDon’t you dare say anything bad about her, you fucking bitch, she does nothing wrong!!ā€ Or she just tells me to shut up and refuses to listen. Then, she goes back and tells my sister what I said about her. Then, my stuff goes missing or gets broken when I’m at work.

If my mom or me are using the microwave and my sister wants to use it, my sister wants us to stop using it and take our food out before it’s done so she can use it. My mom listens. My mom will stop the microwave and take her food or coffee out before it’s done, and lets my sister use the microwave. I don’t.

And I get called vicious insults for it and get lies told about me or accused of untrue things, like that I’m taking longer on purpose just to make my sister wait. Or my sister will say her depression was triggered because I wouldn’t let her use the microwave as soon as she wanted and that if she kills herself, it will be my fault. Then, she goes on Facebook and writes that I’m a monster and a domestic abuser. And I can’t defend myself or explain my side.

My sister makes my mom make her food if it’s something not microwaved, throws her trash around the floor and makes my mom pick it up. If she wants something, upstairs, my mom has to go up and get it for her and bring it down to her. My mom has to make all her doctor and dentist appointments. My mom has to wash my sister’s clothes.

And I have to pick up my sister’s prescriptions and do all her food shopping or any paperwork she needs done.

There is nothing wrong with my sister that she can’t do this. She’s just entitled. My sister does nothing but watch movies all day, while my mom and me do everything she needs. And she’s almost 30 years old. My mom sees nothing wrong with this anymore. She used to say my sister was running her ragged.

When I speak up about it now, after years of saying nothing about it, I’m told I’m abusing my sister and trying to make her feel low about her life and that I’m arrogant.

I used to think my sister was just spoiled and overly sensitive. Now, I understand it’s way worse than that. She’s manipulative & abusive. I’m not qualified to diagnose, but I think she has sociopathic tendencies. I even saw her seriously injure herself before, without her knowing I saw, just so she can tell my mom I left my scissors out and she ā€œfellā€ onto them, simply so my mom would be angry at me.

She stabbed herself deeply in the leg. She went running and screaming to my mom that I carelessly left my scissors out and that she fell onto them. My mom came yelling and cursing at me and calling me insults. She wouldn’t believe that I saw my sister stab herself with something she already had with her, not my scissors. My mom called me a liar. She automatically believed my sister.

And there is no physical or logical way those scissors would have been able to even scratch her. I set them up how they were and lightly touched them with my fingertip, and they fell back. They could never have deeply cut anyone.

My sister wants me to have a toxic relationship with our mom and her and my mom have a perfect one. She will lie about me right in front of me to my mom. And my mom will believe her. She’ll tell my mom I said an insult about her or that I knocked something over, when it never happened. And my mom will yell and curse at me or say something vicious about me.

And when my mom turns around and can’t see, my sister will smirk at me, to let me know she got something over on me. My sister and me both know what’s going on, but my mom won’t see it. My sister is consciously controlling and enslaving her and using her against me.

My sister lies frequently about me to my mom, just to have my mom angry at me or defending my sister against me.

And my sister will thank her for defending her against me. She says ā€œThank you, Mommy, I love you Mommy.ā€ And will secretly smirk at me. And my mom responds ā€œYou’re welcome, sweetie, I love you too, sweetie,ā€ both in extremely sweet, fake voices.

My sister makes herself child-like, but it’s completely fake. She knows what she’s doing, my mom doesn’t anymore. But I think on some level, she does still know.

She spends money excessively, and my mom allows it. She used to not let my sister spend too much, but my sister would blow up on her & threaten until she got her way. She would accuse my mom of intentionally triggering her depression or eating disorder. Now, she does that to me. My mom began to just allow anything my sister wants.

My sister would be excessively sweet to my mom, intentionally, to get a positive reaction. My mom used to recognize what was happening and doesn’t anymore. When I try explaining, she either gets furious, or laughs at me, depending upon her mood. But she always denies it.

Eventually, my mom stopped resisting and dedicates her life to my sister. She even talks to my sister in a fake, sweet tone, that’s forced. But, I don’t think she realizes anymore that she’s doing this. Rarely, she will tell my sister ā€œno,ā€ and my sister yells & sobs and threatens, like before, so my mom gives in. My sister always had blowups into the night, mostly directed at my mom, unless she got her way.

A few months ago, my sister demanded to spend $400 that we needed for bills & food. My mom, for once, said no. My sister screamed all night and threatened to kill herself, until my mom let her spend it. I said we need that for bills & food, and my mom & sister both began yelling & cursing at me and calling me a narcissistic abuser who just wanted to make my sister feel low about herself. Even though just minutes before that, my mom said the same thing to my sister.

My sister claims she has multiple identities/alters/personalities living in her body. I have never seen any real signs of this. And she says it’s my fault. She pretends to be a different personality when she doesn’t get her way or is told she’s wrong, and she loses track of what she’s even doing.

Her name is ****, and she’ll be pretending to be a different personality talking about herself, and she’ll say ā€œI told you to stop doing this to me,ā€ then she’ll correct herself and say ā€œI mean,**** told you to stop doing this to her!ā€

Clearly, it’s fake, when she’s making mistakes like that. She’ll do or say something and then later tell me it was one of the ā€œaltersā€ and that she shouldn’t be accused because it wasn’t her fault if they did something wrong in her body.

I tried bringing all this up during arguments when everyone is angry. And I tried bringing it up later when everyone is calm.

I tried bringing the issue up in a calm manner, and I tried bringing it up in an angry, snippy tone. I tried putting it in writing, and talking about it in person. But no matter what, nothing gets through to them. No matter how or when I try to explain how toxic this all is, it doesn’t get through. They get defensive or mock me.

They tell me I’m just having ā€œpersonal issuesā€ or that my real problem is with something or someone else and that I’m just taking it out on them. Or they tell me I’m lying or exaggerating or that I deserve it. They tell me they do nothing at all wrong.

Recently, when I was leaving for work, I told my mom that my mental health is being affected and asked if we can go for a walk together later and talk about how what her and my sister does, affects me and how we can all work on it together, to stop it and make it better for all of us.

And her response was ā€œI’m not going anywhere with you, we don’t do anything to you, get the hell out of here.ā€ So, I had to just walk out for work with nothing solved.

There is no working through this with them or getting through to them. They are not normal or rational people, and they never will be, especially my sister. And as long as my sister has this hold on my mom, my mom will never, ever see it, or even try to understand.

So, I have to learn how to coexist with it and manage it in my own mind while it’s going on.

Last Summer, the effect on me was so severe that I developed a prominent twitching in my upper lip when I would be walking home and know I have to see them, or when I would walk down the steps in my house, knowing they were there in the living room and I would have to walk by them.

And I developed an intense burning in my abdomen that felt like my stomach acid burning a hole through the lining. My heart was having palpitations. I told them this was happening as a result of what they’re doing to me, and they laughed at me and said I was making myself out to be a ā€œpoor little victim.ā€ They both laughed hysterically at me. And my mom sarcastically, to be dismissive, said ā€œOh sure you have heart palpitations.ā€ To imply that I don’t.

I learned to cope better and stopped the physical effects. But I would like more ideas on how to live with it.

I can explain & express myself better and remember details better in writing, so I tried to explain in-depth here so it will be easier to remember & talk about in person during my appointment. I wouldn’t be able to remember as many details when I’m talking in person.

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That’s the whole message my therapist received, so she’ll know all this already when I get to my first appointment. That is so helpful. I’m glad they set it up that way.

I actually asked for help a while ago, but I wasn’t getting anywhere. Whenever I found a therapist or therapy place and read about it or talked to them on the phone, they were either too expensive, virtual (I don’t want that), just not vibing with me, or there were no spots available.

Someone I talked to about it before, sent me the bio of a therapist who is taking on one more patient before she leaves in a few months. That sounds perfect to me as I don’t feel I really need a therapist other than this problem.

I think it can be resolved in a few sessions. I want my side heard and to maybe get some tips to cope with it in my own mind since there is NO CHANCE of the situation getting better. I have to count on my own mind to just handle it.

I read her bio, and I think she’ll be great. I’m glad I found her, and it feels I already have an ally in my corner who is committed to listening to understand my side.

This abuse is pernicious. It’s done in a way that’s clever and more difficult to call out. It’s carefully crafted to make it look like it could all be me and have me doubting myself and asking myself if I’m really just being petty and overreacting. My gut has always known I’m not. Then, I paid attention and thought it through and then saw social media posts about abuse & abusers like this. Sometimes whole families against one. And I understand now. They claim I’m the abuser and toxic person.

If I am the abuser, then why are my sister’s Facebook posts about me public, where I can see? An abuser would knock her head off for that. Why does my post have to have certain people blocked off it, but hers can be public?

Because I’m the one who would suffer the consequences of holding an abuser accountable. How ironic that I am the one called a narcissistic abuser, yet they can say whatever they want to and about me, right in front of me, with no consequences. And I have to keep everything in or suffer the wrath.

I see people in person and in movies refusing to accept something that is not even a fraction of the mistreatment I endure. That’s when I am reminded how bad it really is. When I see people calling out mistreatment that is nothing next to this because they know it’s wrong. And I’m expected to believe what happens to me is ok and that I deserve it (when I’m not being told it never happened).

I have a happy life outside of this. I have a fulfilling job and volunteer job. I have hobbies & interests, friends, and my pets. I have my health and events I attend. This makes it easier to cope with.

So, here is my side and my voice.

And, I hope anyone else out there struggling in silence like this, will read this, and recognize it as abuse and understand what is happening to them is wrong. It’s not ok. It’s not “just the way they are.” You are not overreacting. You’re not “too sensitive.” Your reactions and emotions are valid. You are not the problem. They’ll have you feeling like you are and doubting yourself and feeling petty. They are serious abusers.

They are no better than the husband who walks through the door and batters his wife and slaps her around.

You are seen and heard and understood here in my space. šŸ’š

(It’s possible I may add to this post later, but I do have another, much longer version. Sometimes, I edit my posts later, when I think of more to add)

Xoxo Kim

40 & fucking fabulous šŸ©·

🩷 Please excuse the ratty hair šŸ˜†

I see comments every now and again, by men, saying women over 40 years old are “past their prime” or “hit a wall” or are damaged goods and old hags. There was just a young woman going viral for being the “most beautiful woman in the world.” Men were writing things like “Wait til she’s 40 and her looks are gone.”

Boy, what?? Lol

This is me today at 40 years old!

Still got it going on. Don’t you think? Or nah? I think so lol

I’m as healthy and physically fit as ever.

People tried to ruin my day today. So-called “family.” (But that’s for another post lol) But I wasn’t going to allow it. No one is going to dull my sparkle.

I got to see my friend, Greg, my kidney recipient, for breakfast. He’s the best friend I ever had. I gave him the gift of life, and he gave me the gift of friendship. ā¤ļø I got a free coffee at Starbucks! An iced mocha! Yum! I got to go for a long walk around my favorite part of the city. It was perfect weather. I laid in bed with my dogs in the afternoon. I got to sit with my dogs (there’s my pitbull šŸ˜†šŸ˜ I had no idea he was there lol). I listened to music. I have the whole weekend off work, to do what I want. I’m bringing my own magic. šŸ’›āœØļø

So, this is me going into the second half of life. 🩷 You can’t convince me I’m not 25 years old šŸ˜† (not that I look that young, but my body definitely feels that young lol)

My friend, Greg, bought me this šŸ’š
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Free coffee! ā˜•ļøšŸ¤Ž

No stars are out tonight, but we’re shining our own light āœØļø šŸ’›

All I Need – Jack Wagner

Xoxo Kim

National Donate Life Month {organ donation story} šŸ’ššŸ’™

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My story was selected to be shared on “Share Your Wishes,” a UK based organ donation org. March is Kidney Month, and they were sharing one kidney transplant/donation story a day, all month long.

I’m honored that mine was chosen! šŸ’ššŸ’™

Kidney Month is over, but it’s still Donate Life Month! So, I’m sharing here. It’s late but still relevant!



“Kim shares her story in the hope that it will encourage even just one person to consider becoming a living organ donor, and register as a donor too, as both are equally important and very desperately needed.

ā€œOn 16th January 2024, at 37 years old, I donated one of my kidneys to a stranger. It was a lifelong dream of mine since I read a true story, almost two decades earlier, about a man who donated one of his kidneys to an anonymous stranger. I thought it was the most beautiful thing, someone giving a literal piece of himself to save another struggling human.

It deeply resonated with me. I always had the gift of perfect health and wanted someone else to have even just a little bit of what I have. It made perfect sense, if I have more than enough of something, to give some to someone who doesn’t have enough. As soon as I read that story, I knew it would be me one day giving my kidney to a person in need.

Nearly, twenty years later, it was! That beautiful story stayed with me for all those years until I finally got around to making that decision. It was a very easy decision for me to make once all my life circumstances aligned for it to all work out. There was never any hesitation or reconsidering. It was my calling.

I knew that the potential benefits to a kidney recipient outweighed any of the rare potential risks to myself and that even if I did experience a complication at some point, at least it would be because I tried to help someone. I could never regret it.

I knew that maybe I would experience a rare complication, but someone in need of a new kidney did not have the luxury of “maybe” that I had. Someone else was already suffering complications of an illness that I could potentially help.Taking on some of someone else’s pain for a while, to potentially give that person a whole life, was more than worth it.

I did not care who received my kidney. It was a gift given out of love for my fellow human and sentient being. My only hope was to relieve a little bit of the suffering in the world. The less suffering, the better for the whole world.

In the U.S., we have The National Kidney Registry. Through the Registry, we can donate our kidney to an anonymous stranger they choose for us and receive a kidney voucher to give to anyone in the country we choose, usually a friend or family member. That person usually gets a new kidney soon after the donor’s surgery, often in a matter of months.

In my case, I did not know anyone who needed a new kidney, so I decided to look for another stranger to give the voucher to. I just happened to hear about a man in my location who was in urgent need of a new kidney. I looked up his family on social media and offered the kidney voucher, or my actual kidney, if we happened to be a match. No recipient was chosen for me yet.

Coincidentally, we turned out to be a match and only lived fifteen minutes apart! It turned out he wasn’t cleared for transplant yet, though, and still had more work to be done before he could have a transplant.

So, I continued with non-directed donation and gave my kidney to whoever in the Registry could use it. That person’s transplant was an immediate success! I have no contact with him and no information about him other than that he’s a 50 something year old man. I hope that one day we can meet or exchange a letter!

A year after my non-directed kidney donation, the man I gave the kidney voucher to, Greg, received his new kidney through my donation to the anonymous stranger. His transplant was also a success, and he is doing amazing! He felt his new kidney working instantly. He got his whole life back after being so sick for years on dialysis. He is able to work again, eat his favorite foods, go out with friends, volunteer for organ donation, and work on his dream of becoming a dialysis tech to help others in the position he was once in.

We have become great friends and meet up for breakfast and do organ donation volunteer work and attend organ donation events together. We love to bring awareness to living donation and organ donation in general.

I’m thankful that my one donation saved two lives. I think of both of my recipients as my kidney brothers.

My evaluation process to see if I was physically & emotionally healthy enough to donate my kidney, took six months. I loved every second of it. My donation surgery was flawless. I had a smooth & quick recovery. Very little pain and no fatigue. I did not even need Tylenol! No pain meds at all. I was out of work for recovery for three months only because my job is very physical, but I felt like my usual self after only two weeks!

Two years after my kidney donation, I am just as healthy as with two kidneys! I have a medical test once a year to check my kidney function. My recent results showed that my kidney is functioning as well as it possibly could. I have just as much energy and walk 10+ hours a day. I’m a pet nanny/dogwalker for work. I would never know I had surgery or only have one kidney. Nothing at all changed, physically. My scars have (unfortunately! I love them!) faded. I have one lifelong restriction with one kidney, and that is NSAIDS/Natural vitamin supplements. I’m recommended to avoid those.

I have become an organ donor ambassador with The Gift of Life Program where I live, doing volunteer work to bring awareness to organ donation. Organ donation is a beautiful thing that is so life-affirming. So many people, the donors (living and deceased, alike), the donor families, the healthcare workers, and everyone who advocates for the recipients, come together and go to great lengths to save one life.

Donating my kidney expanded my life perspective and showed me just how powerful each of our lives are. Any choice we make, good or bad, has a boundless & unfathomable ripple effect and will change the world in some way.

Anything my kidney recipient/s go on to do in life is something that never would have happened if I did not donate my kidney. They’ll go on to touch more lives, develop relationships, do work and acts of kindness. Even way into the distant future, when my recipients and me are no longer here, the impact of my kidney donation could still be existing.

This goes for any choice we make in life. It will have an impact we can’t foresee and may never know. I never realized this to this extent until I gave my kidney to save a stranger’s life. It’s the most enlightening thing!

Donating my kidney is the best thing I ever did. The sense of relevance and joy and importance never fade, no matter how much time goes by.

I love being part of the whole organ donation family and feel a sense of kinship with all associated with organ donation in any way.

I truly, inadvertently, gave the absolute best gift to myself when I gave the gift of life to someone else. At the end of this life, whenever it may be, this one decision alone makes my whole life a success.

I would make the same decision again & again. I see my experience with the perspective of this amazing thing I got to experience more than look at this amazing thing I did for someone else. It’s better than I ever imagined it would be.

My kidney donation has given me this whole family, a new friend, an expanded life perspective, and most of all, the gift of seeing someone’s whole life change, dramatically, for the best.

Even though it wasn’t my intention or expectation, my experience with kidney donation truly has given me just as much as it has given those who received the gift of life out of it. It has become an essential part of my identity.

In the USA there are over 100,000 people waiting for a life-saving organ, over 90,000 of them are waiting for a new kidney. A healthy person with two kidneys can get one of them off that waiting list and off of dialysis with little to no cost to us.

If I could, I would give a kidney to every person in need! šŸ’šā€

Please #ShareYourWishes about your #organdonation decisions with your loved ones, say #YesIDonate and register your decisionNHS Organ Donationtion

Xoxo Kim ā¤ļø

Random Update šŸ’š

Friends & kidney buddies for life šŸ’š

Keep smilin’, keep shinin’
Knowing you can always count on me
For sure
That’s what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I’ll be on your side forevermore
That’s what friends are for

Yesterday, my kidney recipient, Greg, & me attended the Donor Dash, the walk to honor organ donors and their families, and bring awareness to organ donation. We live only fifteen minutes apart and meet up for coffee, walks, breakfast, events, Phillies games…We spent Christmas Eve together and plan to spend Thanksgiving together this year!

The 3k walk takes place every April. It’s hosted by the Gift of Life Program, here in Philadelphia. I’m a trained volunteer organ donor ambassador with the organization. April is National Donate Life Month. 100,000+ people are in need of a new organ, 90,000+ of those, are waiting for a kidney. Every year, we walk together, to honor the donors, celebrate the recipients, and bring hope to those still waiting.

This is me, yesterday, thinking I was going on the walk like this šŸ˜† Turns out, it was freezing cold! I had to put a sweater on. Thankfully, it wasn’t raining.

In less than one week, I’ll be turning 40 years old! Going into middle age fit & healthy. Middle age looks good on me lol My friend (mentioned above) and me are going out for breakfast!

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That’s What Friends Are For – Official video

That’s all for now!

Xoxo Kim ā¤ļø

My sweet Kidneyversary gift to myself! šŸ©·

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Here it is! My custom-made gift to myself! An adorable kidney plushie with an extra vein! My donated kidney has an extra vein, so I requested the seller to crochet an extra one. I also chose the color and little eye lashes. How sweet!

She’s a nurse who makes the most adorable organ plushies.

It’s hilarious because it’s my left kidney that was donated, and this kidney here is a right one. I forgot to request it be a left kidney šŸ˜† She automatically makes right ones. Now, I have two right kidneys.

My actual right kidney doesn’t have an extra vein (it does have an extra artery). 🤣 So, this kidney can’t represent either one, accurately lol

I LOVE this, though, it’s the cutest. It’s perfect, just how I imagined.

Kidneys are just so adorable. They’re the cutest organ. And they pee! For some reason, that makes them even cuter. It reminds me of a pet or something lol šŸ˜šŸ«˜šŸ’™šŸ’š

Xoxo Kim

Two Years!! šŸ’ššŸ«˜šŸ’™

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“To save one life, it’s as if you saved the world.”

(Content warning āš ļø: There’s a picture of a human kidney in this post at the end lol)

January 16th.

My favorite day of the year! The one day a year where it’s still appropriate for me to brag years later šŸ˜† To everyone else, it’s old news now, but, to me, it never gets old lol

Each day leading up to 1/16, I can’t wait. It’s like having two birthdays, except even better. I even buy myself a cake and gift to celebrate the best thing I ever did.

On 1/16/2024, I donated one of my kidneys to a stranger.

It was my calling and lifelong dream.

It was a gift given out of love for my fellow human & sentient being without care about what person were to receive it. The less suffering in the world, the better.

I knew the potential benefits to a recipient outweigh the rare potential short-term & long-term risks to myself. And even if I were to experience one, at least it’s because I tried to help someone.Ā  I could never regret it (Unless I find out he’s a Cowboys fan šŸ˜† JK, I always have to throw that joke in somewhere, I even wrote it in my thank you letter to my transplant team lol)

My decision was inspired by a true story I read many years before, about a man who donated his kidney to an anonymous stranger. I thought it was the most beautiful thing I ever read, to give a literal piece of himself to save another.

I instantly knew I would do the same one day. Almost two decades later, I did! If I have more than enough of something for me, it makes complete sense to give some to someone who needs it.

Two men were saved through my one kidney donation. I volunteered to give my kidney to whoever needed it and was a match for me. It was an anonymous donation that was given to “the next person on the wait list.”

I share a set of kidneys with a 50 something year old man in Minnesota. I love to joke that I’m in two places at once and can pee for two šŸ˜†

Because I donated through the National Kidney Registry, I was given a kidney voucher to give to anyone in the country I wanted. I chose someone who wasn’t close enough to the top of the deceased wait list but was in urgent need. I did not know anyone who needed a new kidney and so gave it to another stranger I heard needed one.

He was brought into the system to receive an anonymous living donor kidney because I gave him the voucher. He got the kidney of a living person who was donating for someone who isn’t a match for that person.

My kidney voucher recipient, Greg,Ā  received his new kidney just over a year after my non-directed donation!


Coincidentally, we live only fifteen minutes apart and are a match!

So, I was going to donate to him directly, before an anonymous recipient was chosen for me. But, he had some more work before being cleared for transplant, so I moved forward with non-directed donation.

We are now good in-person friends!

We have similar views and values and some similar interests and sense of humor. I wasn’t planning on becoming friends with either of my recipients. Just planned on helping someone and going on my way with no strings attached. But we have become good friends and turned out to have much in common!

I have no contact with the person who has the kidney I gave. Maybe one day!

I think of both of my recipients as my kidney brothers. šŸ’™

It was and still is the most incredible thing I ever did. I had no idea the significant change it would inspire in me. A change that has become even more prominent as the years go by.

My intention was only to help someone, but in the process, it also changed me for the better.

No one else can see it on the outside, but on the inside, I am forever changed. It has become so much an ingrained & essential part of my identity that it’s like I wouldn’t even be the me I am now without this experience. Sometimes, it’s like nothing else even matters when I think of it.


It serves as a kind of buffer against the stresses and disappointments and tragedies of life. Whenever I feel something dragging me down, I remember this, and it pulls me right back up. It brings me comfort in situations where I would be inconsolable. When my depression flares up with feelings of worthlessness & insecurity, I remember my own life literally, physically, saved someone else’s, and am reminded of how powerful & valuable each life is, and I push through, knowing I can do even more good.

When I look around at all the tragedy & destruction in the world, all the hatred and wrongs and evil, I am reminded that I did the absolute best I could to counter that, by loving my fellow humans in the ultimate way there is to love: Showing them that their own life matters enough for me to risk my own to save theirs, no matter who they are.

I’m like a colorful 3d version of what used to be a grey stick figure. It made me better in a general way. Even when I’m not consciously thinking about it, I can feel it.

It’s not that I was unhappy before or anything like that, it’s just the experience added so much depth to me in a way that’s unimaginable & indescribable. But I tried my best to put it into words.

I wrote a very long (you know me with the paragraphs long essays šŸ˜†) thank you letter to my transplant team at Penn Hospital before being released as a patient recently (we stay a patient for two years after our donation surgery). They loved it.

I would like to share part of that letter here:

I used to think of living kidney donation in a limited way, that it helps someone live, and their friends and family get to still have them around. And that was motivation enough for me to regift one of mine.

But, after this experience, I began to realize it’s so much more expansive than that. Countless things are going to happen when a person’s life is saved or changed that would never happen if they weren’t saved or changed for the better. It has an unfathomable and boundless ripple effect.

That person will go on to do things that will contribute to an infinite amount of other things. They’ll do work, engage in acts of kindness, have many encounters with various people, develop relationships, maybe have kids, and those kids will do an infinite number of things, on & on. When one person is saved, their life will have a limitless impact on the world, there’s no telling how many more will be helped, touched, or saved in various ways because that one person’s life was spared.

Even way into the very distant future, the impact of our choice to donate our kidney could still be existing even if it doesn’t involve the recipient or donor anymore. This isn’t just true for organ donation but any choice we make. Any choice, good or bad, any act of kindness, can have a lasting effect we can’t foresee and may never know.

This is true for every single one of us. We all impact everything around us in ways we may never know. Each impact we have will go on to create more effects. On & on & on.

The decision we make to give life doesn’t only help our organ recipient and voucher recipient, if we have one, but every single life they go on to touch.

We have no idea how powerful our own life is, no matter who we are or what we do. Every little thing we do touches someone or something for better or for worse.

If the thread that is us was missing, the uni-verse would not be the same. Part of it would unravel. We’re all connected in an infinite amount of intricate ways we’ll never fully understand. We’re all a thread in the tapestry of life, holding each other together.

After giving my kidney to save a stranger’s life, I understand this now in a deep way I never did before. It’s so enlightening.

I love being part of the whole organ donation family and feel a sense of kinship & belonging with all the other donors, donor families, recipients, and their families.

My body ā€œlostā€ a kidney, but I received so much more in return.

My kidney donation has given me this whole family, a new friend, an expanded life perspective, and most of all, the gift of seeing someone’s whole life change, dramatically, for the best.

Even though it wasn’t my intention or expectation, my experience with kidney donation truly has given me just as much as it has given those who received the gift of life out of it.

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That’s an “excerpt” out of my thank you letter to my healthcare team.

I dropped off a copy of it in person along with gifts, and gave six of the team members a copy, personally, the ones I worked with most closely. They were so thankful and said they were blown away!

My surgeon called me and asked for my permission to share it in a mass e-mail within the Penn network lol Of course, I said yes!

It took MANY people to come together to save the two who were saved by my kidney donation, not just me. It took their friends & family & others advocating for them and helping with resources, and all the healthcare workers involved. Both of them received a kidney not only because of me but because someone else donated a kidney also.

The man who shares my set of kidneys with me received mine because someone donated theirs for him to get mine. If it wasn’t for Greg’s family & friends sharing his need for a new kidney, that information would have never reached me.

That’s the beautiful thing about organ donation & kidney chains, it’s so life-affirming and shows just how valuable one life is, that countless people go to great lengths to save that life.

I get all the credit (lol), but, truly, we ALL played an equally crucial role. If just one of us was missing, things would be significantly different. It’s possible someone may not even be here today.

It’s a beautiful thing to be a small part of.

The scars have faded. But the joy and sense of relevance never fade no matter how much time goes by. It’s not on my mind as much as in the beginning, but it’s always with me, and when thoughts of it or reminders pop up, it’s like an instant dopamine surge. Like being in love & walking on air.

I truly, inadvertently, gave the absolute best gift to myself when I gave the gift of life to someone else.

At the end of this life, whenever it may be, this one decision alone makes my whole life a success.

I would make the same decision again & again.

I also thank my transplant team at Penn for trusting me to donate my kidney! I take the best care of my remaining kidney and am overly cautious with it. I don’t ingest anything that can hurt it without checking first and make sure to water it regularly!

I am just as healthy with one kidney as with two.

I share my story for three reasons, because it makes me happy, because it uplifts others to read/hear (who doesn’t like a good Hallmark-like story šŸ˜†), and because it brings visibility to organ donation and may hopefully inspire even just one person to become a living donor and/or register as a potential deceased donor.

There are a couple of people alive today because I read that story many years ago. If I just heard we can donate our kidney to a stranger, I may not have, I’m not sure. But reading a true story about someone, personally, who did, it made me see something in myself like that person and motivated me even years later.

You never know who you or your life may be inspiring!

I see my experience with the perspective of this amazing thing I got to experience more than look at this amazing thing I did for someone else. It’s better than I ever imagined it would be.

And two years later, it makes me even happier than when I first donated my kidney because it took a while to process and finally fully sink in, this profound & rare thing I did, because I have since become an organ donor ambassador with the Gift of Life Program in Philadelphia, bringing awareness to organ donation, and get to work with and connect with others who share my passion, and because now my kidney voucher recipient got his new kidney, and because we are now friends, which we weren’t really in the beginning.

We attend organ donation events together, living donor celebrations, do 3k walks for organ donation/kidney disease awareness…It just gets better & better.

Cheers to my kidney twin in Minnesota, and Happy Kidneyversary!! šŸ„‚šŸŽ‰šŸŽŠ

Many, many more for the both of us šŸ’š

Also, will celebrate my other kidney brother’s Kidneyversary coming up in early February!!



“He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.”

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Xoxo Kim

Health is wealth šŸ’™šŸ’š

(Those things on my legs are not bruises and nothing contagious lol It looked much worse but is healing now. It’s an allergic reaction. It affects various parts of my body, my legs get hit the hardest. It’s literally impossible to avoid my trigger. Thankfully, it never affects my breathing, even though it can)

This was my FB post earlier, just sharing here!

Yesterday was a special day! It was the last day of my living kidney donation journey at Penn Transplant Institute!!

We stay a patient at the transplant center we donate at throughout our evaluation to become a living organ donor and then two years after the donation surgery, if we get accepted. Then, they let us go, and we’re on our own.

The first two years of medical test results after donation surgery is used for living kidney donation research. Our transplant team tracks our results to use for statistics & the future of living donation. It’s a requirement we have to agree to, to get accepted. We don’t pay for our medical testing the first two years or throughout our evaluation. The recipient’s health insurance does.

I was a patient there for almost three years šŸ’š

My journey began in March 2023 when, at the spur of the moment, I filled out an application on a train one night after work, to give my kidney to anyone who needed it, and ended in January 2026, with a perfectly functioning solitary kidney, and two lives saved. šŸ’™

I get this heartwarming feeling in my chest just writing this.

I loved every second of it and am going to miss it! It was nothing but happy & positive. It’s always uplifting to interact with the Penn staff, whether on a video call, through the patient portal, phone calls, or in person. I still remember so many of my interactions there and where I was when I got phone calls & messages.

Yesterday morning, I had my last appointment there.

It felt like a kind of graduation day. Lol Some (medical) tests and surveys for the last years, and now I’m done!

It feels like something being complete or accomplished. There was something very sentimental about my last day there. It made me think back to the beginning, the thrill of anticipation and new beginnings, always having this big thing to look forward to. Now, it’s already three years later!

I decided I should do something to celebrate 🄳 So, I bought myself a pretty and very inexpensive necklace at a boutique lol I chose a heart to represent my act of love. I’m not wearing it in this picture because I want to paint it with clear nail polish to preserve it as long as possible lol This necklace is one my recipient bought me (it doesn’t have to be painted lol)

I never had the perfect grades in school to be a student at UPenn. It’s one of those elite universities.

But I did have the perfect kidney to be a patient at the living donor center at UPenn hospital!

Just like the university, it’s very difficult to get accepted into Penn as a living donor, they’re very selective. They must have really wanted that kidney lol šŸ˜†

I got my two year kidney function test results! And then, we talked about my results at my appointment yesterday and how to keep my remaining kidney safe throughout life.

Once a year, I have to get medical tests to see how my remaining kidney is holding up after losing its counterpart. I also have a glucose test each year. And I have to have my blood pressure checked every six months or less.

Sometimes, after kidney donation, the remaining kidney fails, and the donor needs a transplant (This is VERY rare). It doesn’t always happen right away if it’s going to. It can happen at any point after donation surgery. It usually happens within the first ten years when it does happen. There’s never a point where we’re “out of the woods,” though.

We all know this before donating. They make it very clear. During the psych evaluation, they ask us how we would feel if we ever need a kidney transplant after donating ours.

Can’t say I would quite like it, but it was worth the risk. I would get to say it’s because I helped someone. So many are sick for no good reason. I would never regret it.

Someone else already needed a transplant NOW. I think of the fact that “maybe” I could need a kidney transplant later, as a privilege or “luxury” that someone else did not have. For someone else, there was no maybe.

So, we’re recommended to get lifelong tests once a year after leaving our transplant center.
We can also become diabetic after donation. That’s the number one reason for kidney failure in the U.S. So we should have a glucose test at least once a year.

Anything that isn’t good for two kidneys is especially not good for only one. When there’s two kidneys, they each take a hit of whatever is a.ttacking them, so it’s split evenly. With only one, it takes it all on its own. This is why I’m generally keeping my sodium, protein, and added sugar low/in moderation.

Nothing tastes as good as healthy feels!

I have to avoid NSAIDS & herbal/vitamin supplements. It’s one of the very few lifelong restrictions.

Donating a kidney also puts us at an elevated risk for elevated blood pressure that can require medication to keep under control. And seriously elevated blood pressure can damage the kidneys. That can also develop at any point, even years after donation.

It’s not extremely uncommon to develop blood pressure problems after donation because the kidneys regulate blood pressure. Having one removed can result in needing medication to keep it under control.

So we need our blood pressure checked every six or less months.

If it does happen, it’s usually easy to manage. My diet & lifestyle are already conducive to having healthy blood pressure, and I have no family history of any problems. So, that lowers my risk, and if it does happen, medication would control it without me having to do much else.

Everyone can actually benefit by annual kidney & glucose checks and frequent blood pressure checks. Even with two healthy kidneys. It can happen to anyone. And many people have some elevated risk factors. There are often no symptoms at first. If we get regular checks, they can catch it before it’s too advanced.

Righty is holding its own!!

Two years later, and it still got it!

My solitary kidney is functioning perfectly and as expected! It’s kicking a.ss all on its own lol No concerns at all.

My glucose, on point. Not diabetic or prediabetic.

Everything else was checked, including my sodium, potassium, calcium….it’s all perfect. All within normal range.

My most recent blood pressure was 104/72. Perfect.

My body weight is perfect.

There was nothing in my test results even slightly off.

At my visit yesterday, we went over my general diet, lifestyle, any medications I take (none),…literal perfection. (with the exception of my dental issues lol)

They don’t want anything at all to change and want everything to remain stable. “If perfect’s what you’re searching for, then, just stay the same.” šŸ˜† lol jk

Going into middle age (except I feel 25 years old lol) healthy as can be!

It’s like an early 40th b-day gift to find that I’m completely healthy. šŸ’š

Health is the greatest wealth.

I thank my super kidney for holding up so well. It stepped up to the plate and picked up the slack, no problem! And still going strong after two years!

I’m thankful for my amazing health not only for the good it does me but what it allowed me to do for someone else. It’s a gift to be able to share it and make someone else healthy, too. If I had another one to give, I sure would! šŸ’™

I loved my experience at Penn and am proud & honored to get to call myself one of their “alum.” Lol

Yesterday, at my last appointment with one of my transplant team members, she thanked me again for my kidney donation (and for the thank you letter & gifts I dropped off, recently). She said it was an amazing thing to do for the whole community. I loved hearing that. The impact of organ donation is expansive & lasting. It never loses its relevance no matter how many years later.

I love being part of this whole Penn living donor community. I woke up this morning with that sentimental feeling again of my patient journey there being over. But I’m always going to be part of the community and have a place there. (They even took our pictures to put up in their center and had us sign a living donor flag! I love that šŸ’™)

I plan to keep in touch with the staff through the events that take place every year, like the organ donor walks and celebrations. They asked for my recipient and me to join them at the events. They LOVE our story.

During the holiday season, along with some gifts, I took them a pages-long thank you letter, sharing our entire heartwarming story and all the amazing things we can do after transplant/donation. They said they were all blown away! They said they don’t usually get to know the full story or situation of their living donors, just some details.

So, they loved getting to read our whole beautiful story. It brightened their day to receive the gifts and letter. My surgeon called me and asked for my permission to share it!

I encourage anyone who has had an amazing healthcare team or healthcare worker taking care of them or a family member, to give a small gift and/or thank you letter/card (if allowed, not all places allow their staff to accept gifts or even cards or letters, so checking with the hospital’s HR is best).

It can leave a lasting impact or just brighten the day of someone doing one of the most important kinds of work there is, saving lives. They may even remember it years later or be uplifted on a stressful day when they see or think of the reminder. I don’t think healthcare workers hear thank you enough even though they’re not expecting it.

I love that I was able to send a bit of joy & love to my team at the end of my journey, to say thank you.

It uplifted them even more than I realized, and they couldn’t thank me enough. I wasn’t even expecting a thank you at all! But a few of them called me on their own cell phones to thank me and told me again at my last appointment yesterday. Knowing this, I definitely recommend thank you gifts, cards, and/or letters to healthcare workers.

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And today is a BIG day! It’s my 2nd KIDNEYVERSARY/Lefty’s 2nd birthday!!! 🫘

I ordered a custom cake & gift for myself to celebrate. I can’t wait to open my gift later today lol It’s something I had custom-made on Etsy. I kept it in the package because I did not want to see it til my day! Never even saw a picture online since it’s custom-made.

In the back of my head, I kept thinking I was going to cave and rip it open sooner. Lol I’m like a little girl who can’t wait for her birthday gift. But I managed to make it to the day! I’ll share it later, along with the cake and an anniversary post or two. 🩷 I have to go pick the cake.

My dogs love birthdays and candles. They get special treats for EVERY special occasion and holiday. They know the word “cake” and “birthday.” When they see a candle being lit, they go wild, jumping around, barking, waiting for their special treat. So, I got them a special treat and decided to light a candle on the cake later, so they can get all happy lol It will be a “birthday” for them šŸ˜†šŸ˜

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#kidneydonor

Xoxo Kim

My current list of Happy šŸ˜

How are you feeling right now?

Happy, healthy, joyful, full of energy šŸ’• This is a recent pic of me.

1.) The season changing! Bring on the pumpkin everything, the cool nights, all the Fall decor, the crunchy leaves, the cozy sweater weather, the horror movies (I watch them all year, but they have an extra thrill to them in the Fall) šŸŽƒšŸšŸ‚

Cool Nights – Paul Davis

Forever Autumn – Justin Hayward

2.) A scary movie I’m going to watch the rest of tonight. I tried watching it last night and fell asleep. I think it’s called “Bad Influence.

3.) Meeting up with my friend soon for his birthday! I’m taking him out to breakfast at a cafe we both love! šŸ’•

4.) An e-mail someone sent me, complimenting me! I volunteer as an organ donation ambassador with The Gift of Life Program in Philadelphia, and the director told me I’m a delight to work with! Made my day lol

5.) These vegan low cost protein shakes I just discovered at the Amazon grocery store that just opened up close to where I work! Delicious & healthy

It’s the little things! šŸ˜

Share yours here if you want!

This post was meant for yesterday, but I forgot to share it lol

Xoxo Kim

Universal Compassion ā¤ļø

In my opinion, our compassion is best when it embraces all sentient beings.

Reasons:

1.) Our suffering is all the same whether we’re good or bad.
2.) At best, suffering does the world no good, and at the worst, it makes the world worse for everyone
3.) Ultimately, the “bad people” are like victims of their circumstances- this is not to say we have no choice, but our choices are often influenced by various factors, our mental health, our life circumstances, our upbringing, our culture,  our privilege or lack of… and sometimes without us fully realizing the consequences or that we have other options. I don’t believe that under the best circumstances, anyone would essentially choose to be a terrible person.
4.) Our own minds are more peaceful when we wish others well.

This post is inspired by all the (understandable) enthusiasm I have been seeing about Donald Trump’s medical condition and all the wishes that more bad things happen to him.

I don’t believe he can be rehabilitated. I believe he’s a bad person and that there’s no hope for him. I am not one of those loving people who believe everyone is truly good and that everyone can be rehabilitated with lots of love and care. I think Donald Trump was born with the predisposition for being a “bad person.”

His condition reminds me of my condition, but mine is not serious. It can be painful but is not life or health threatening. I have jugular vein insufficiency and insufficiency of a few other veins in my neck because of an obstruction in my head. The obstruction is also not life threatening. The blood leaving my brain to go to my heart through these veins, can’t get there because of the veins being impinged on. So, the blood backs up into my head. Many veins are all doing the same job, so it doesn’t matter. It’s harmless. The blood is still getting to my heart. 

I have recurring unbearable headaches associated with it, though. The headaches are 10/10 pain, at least within their own context. I guess when compared to some other kinds of pain, they would be less than 10 on a pain level scale. But like within the context of headaches. They bring me to the floor. I have been bedridden for days sometimes. I think it’s the obstruction itself that causes the headaches, not the vein insufficiency or blood backing up. That can cause severe pain, too, though, among many other things. When I have these headaches or think of them, my empathy for others becomes boundless.

Mine doesn’t cause swelling, but you can see the jugular vein bulging out of my neck. I had to have scans a couple of years ago to see why it was suddenly protruding and so prominent. The doctors were concerned it could be a blood clot somewhere causing it. But it turned out to be nothing serious. I convinced myself I was dying and had six months left to live (certain kinds of cancer can cause it to bulge, and when it’s to that point, the average person only lives around six months. I convinced myself I had that), and my heart rate and blood pressure were through the roof in a doctor’s office. They had to tell me to calm down and to stay off Google šŸ˜† 

I don’t want him as President, he’s absolutely repulsive. He has no redeeming qualities. None.
But I don’t wish him or anyone to be sick. I don’t believe anyone deserves to be sick any more than I do. We are all equal in our suffering and in our comfort. The goodness or lack of it in us, is irrelevant in this context. If Donald Trump was afflicted with one of my headaches, he would suffer the same as me. All sentient beings essentially want to live and be healthy. We all suffer the same. The headaches this brings me, I would wish on absolutely no one. I literally cannot bear the mere thought of someone else, even him, enduring what I do when a headache hits. 

I believe the world would be a significantly better place if everyone was happy (not at the expense of others, but sincerely happy) & healthy. It’s people who are unhappy and hurt who hurt others. Happy, well rounded, people don’t go around tormenting anyone else. There are absolutely people who get off on hurting others (he’s one of them), it makes them happy. But that’s not genuine happiness, it’s happiness that often relieves whatever unhappiness that afflicts them. If they were genuinely happy, they would not inflict pain upon others.

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Most of us have probably experienced this on a lesser scale, like for example, when we’re in a bad mood so we get snippy with someone when it’s not warranted. It’s displaced anger or annoyance. We may not usually do this, even when unhappy, but most of us have probably more than once been less than kind, when in a bad mood, to someone who did not deserve it. These people, though, live a life of that because they are always unhappy and are the kind of people who want others to suffer, too.

I don’t believe that everyone is basically good. But I think their lack of goodness is the result of their own suffering. Some people are born (and maybe upbringing often plays a part, but I think they have inherent or genetic inclination for it to begin with) never developing basic human abilities/emotions, like the ability for empathy and compassion. This does not result in true happiness. It results in the desire to hurt others, it brings them a superficial happiness. Donald Trump hurts everyone. And he gets off on it. He loves it. But we see he’s not a happy person. 

Why do we think bitter, miserable people often insist on hurting others? Because it brings them relief or pleasure. They are seeking what we all seek. It’s just for them, their suffering influences it.

Wishing further suffering on them has no practical benefits. If anything, it only serves to perpetuate their abuse as their own suffering is the source of it anyway, and it doesn’t make our own mind any more positive or loving. It may bring us a moment of satisfaction again & again. But I don’t think it has any real value. At least wishing others well has potential to bring us inner peace, and then we’re more likely to interact positively with others.

Not all seemingly terrible people really are. Unlike Donald Trump, some can change. It’s dependent on the reason they are how they are.

I believe that if we were all given the choice before being born, to be a good and happy person or a bad and suffering person who goes to great lengths to inflict that suffering upon others, all of us would have chosen to be happy and healthy and good and someone who wishes that for every other being as well. Ultimately, no one chooses to be what Donald Trump is. Yes, he chooses to do bad things within the confines of the existence he was given. He’s a despicable person. Nothing changes that. But I don’t believe for a second that he would have chosen this if the uni-verse gave him a choice when he was still a “clean slate” if ever he even was. He was born suffering or was brought up to suffer, and now he wants the rest of us to suffer along with him.

Some people’s suffering inspires deeper empathy for others, but for others, it doesn’t, it has the opposite effect and inhibits empathy instead. 

As the cliche goes, “Hurt people, hurt people.”

Suffering begets more suffering. 

This doesn’t mean we always have to speak warm & kindly to everyone. Sometimes, people have to be told off & judged harshly and not get what they want. Some people need a firm ass kicking. It just means we don’t have to wish suffering upon them.

I believe it does no good to wish pain & suffering on others.

I wish he was happy & healthy and not born a psychopath. Me wishing that does no practical good either, though. But I think the world would be better and most of us more peaceful if more of us wished good things on people instead of bad.

People have countered my sentiment, saying anger & hatred fuel us to act for good. While that is sometimes true, compassion & love can fuel us just the same. Anger & hatred feel unpleasant and can get out of control and influence us to do things that are destructive to ourselves and others. Love & compassion can never go wrong. As I said, it doesn’t necessarily have to be warm and sappy and “feel good” feelings. It can be firm & harsh but still love. When anger & hatred frequently consume us, it leads to stress, depression, anxiety, physical ailments. When compassion & love consume us, it only leads to good.

I don’t know the source of this quote, the name here may not be accurate. I also see it attributed to Shantideva.

I have wished bad things on people before, and I probably will again. But that’s not the philosophy I hold, it’s when I give into raw emotion that I allow to overtake me and blind me. I always find my way back to me, the authentic me who knows the truth, that wishing suffering on others isn’t the way.

If I could, I would flip a switch and turn all the suffering in the world off, even for “bad people.” I would in a heartbeat. 

Think about it, there must be higher love
Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above
Without it, life is a wasted time
Look inside your heart, I’ll look inside mine
Things look so bad everywhere
In this whole world, what is fair?
We walk blind, and we try to see
Falling behind in what could be

Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love
Bring me a higher love
Where’s that higher love I keep thinking of?

Higher Love – Steve Winwood

Xoxo Kim ā¤ļø

Election Day 2024 šŸ’™

My dad inspired my interest in politics. He listened to talk shows/voted in every Election for as long as I can remember. He took me inside the booth w/ him every Election Day. I LOVED it. I just knew it was so fun, that he let me vote for him, & there was a collective feeling in the air. I would go in & pull the levers he told me to. (They were levers back then lol) He’s a Republican (ick, just realized I been voting Republican for years 🤣). A D Trump supporter. Once when we went into the booth I reached for the Democrat one & said “Can I pull this one, Daddy?” I knew he wouldn’t like it & was trolling him. He yelled “Ahh, NO!!!! Not the Democrats!!! NO!!!” It was hilarious. šŸ˜† When I was 14 years old I began to think for myself. I decided I am a Democrat. I somehow convinced him to vote for Al Gore. He was angry with the Republicans then for some reason. So he let his guard down, I saw my chance & took it. He said he knew he was making a big mistake & would regret it. I pulled that thing as fast as I could before he could change his mind. He closed his eyes & turned his back & was saying “just get it over with.” šŸ˜† At 18 years old I registered myself as a Democrat. My dad was yelling “You baby k!ller, I can’t believe it, you’re joining the baby k!llers?!!!” šŸ˜‚šŸ¤£ Every year on Election Day we would show up to the polls together voting for each other’s rival, sometimes him in Republican gear, me in Democrat. Sometimes we would remind each other that today is Election Day & that we had to go vote. I found that funny since we were on opposing sides. Sometimes we would walk in & he would say “Ugh! She’s a Democrat.” šŸ˜† I would laugh. He would say something like “Kim, your boy won last night.” Or “Kim, your girl lost.” My dad is terminally ill now, & tomorrow he will not be voting for me. He will be getting in one last vote for Donald Trump. I won’t be joining him. He will be pushed by my aunt in his wheelchair that he is now confined to. She’ll push the buttons for him or help him push them. I already voted for Kamala Harris. šŸ’™ I never realized back then that one Election Day would be our last together. I admit those are some happy memories that I cherish ā¤ļø

Xoxo Kim