Naomi was vaccine injured & walked through the kind of darkness most people only read about. There were years of pain, fatigue, fear, & uncertainty, & yet she refused to accept that this would be the end of her story. She did the hard work—physically, emotionally, spiritually—to rebuild her health, & after two long years she fully recovered & has now been well for over 18 months. That journey didn’t just give her life back; it gave her a mission.

A Dream Five Years in the Making

Five years ago, Naomi began to hold a quiet but fierce dream in her heart: to open her own healing center, a place where people living with long Covid, vaccine injury, chronic illness, & nervous system overload could find real tools, real support, & real hope. She envisioned an “in-home” style center, warm & human, with a circuit of therapies that mirror the very steps that brought her back to life—hyperbaric oxygen, red light, PEMF, saunas, nervous system work, coaching, breath-work, nutrition, mindset, & movement.

That dream has weathered financial strain, personal suffering, trial-and-error with therapies, & the emotional weight of holding space for others while still healing herself. But Naomi never stopped. She kept learning, kept sharing, kept coaching, & kept believing that there would one day be a place with her name on the door—where people could walk in & feel that they were not crazy, not alone, & not hopeless.

That day has come. Revive Me Healing Center is officially open & already testing the limits of its capacity because the need is so great & the response so immediate.

Inside Revive Me: A Sanctuary Built from Lived Experience

Revive Me is not an abstract “wellness spa” dreamed up in a boardroom; it is a lived healing roadmap turned into a physical space. Naomi has woven together advanced, non-invasive therapies with the heart of a coach who has sat in the same pain as the people walking through her doors.

At Revive Me Healing Center, guests can experience:

• Hyperbaric Oxygen Therapy (HBOT) to increase oxygen delivery, reduce inflammation, & support cellular repair.

• Red light & near-infrared light therapy to stimulate healing & recovery at the cellular level.

• Far infrared sauna to gently detox, support circulation, & ease the body out of chronic stress.

• PEMF therapy to recharge the body at the cellular level, supporting pain reduction & greater resilience.

• Vibration plate therapy, targeted cryotherapy, & massage for lymphatic support, pain relief, & deep relaxation.

• AO Scan & AO Hub mind engagement to help assess energetic imbalances & gently guide the brain into healthier patterns.

• rTMS (Repetitive Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation) to support mood, focus, & nervous system regulation.

• Compassionate health coaching to help clients integrate these therapies into a sustainable lifestyle & strategic healing sequence.

This is a center built around the idea that when the body is overwhelmed & out of balance, it doesn’t need more blame or confusion—it needs structure, support, & the right tools in the right order. Naomi has pulled together the therapies that helped restore her own mind, body, & spirit, & made them accessible in one place for others who are still in the trenches.

A Voice on the Page: Naomi’s Book Chapter

As if opening a healing center weren’t enough, Naomi is also sharing her story with the world through the written word. She is a featured author in the anthology “The Power of YES,” a book that brings together 18 courageous stories of people who chose to say “yes” in the midst of pain, uncertainty, & fear.

Naomi has described writing her chapter as emotionally cathartic—an act of finally getting things off her chest & bringing purpose out of pain. She agonized over which pieces of her story to share, knowing that a single chapter could never fully contain everything she has walked through. What she ultimately chose to put on the page are the memories that marked her most deeply, the moments she had locked away until now, & the messages of hope she wants others to carry with them when it feels impossible to keep going.

For those who have followed her journey—her “Purple Peeps” who have held onto her words, her reels, & her updates—this chapter is more than a story; it is proof that you can be brought to the edge & still find your way to the other side. “Grab your tissues,” she warns, because this isn’t just information, it’s a ride through the emotional roller-coaster of nearly dying, choosing hope, & rebuilding life from the ground up.

A Message to the Ones Still Hurting

To everyone who is still in the thick of it, Naomi’s message has been consistent: hold the faith that you will heal. It took her two years to fully recover, & she has now been well for over a year & a half. Along the way, she tried NAD infusions, hyperbaric oxygen, IVIG, & other therapies that were not cheap, not easy to access, & not always straightforward. But with each step she learned more about what the body needs, how the nervous system responds, & why a strategic sequence—rather than scattered desperation—matters so much in healing.

Revive Me Healing Center is her way of collapsing that learning curve for others. It is a place where people do not have to figure it all out alone, where they can move through a guided circuit of therapies with coaching, education, breath-work, nervous-system tools, & lifestyle support to help them maintain their health far beyond a single session.

To those still in pain, this center & this story are Naomi’s living testimony: your body is not broken beyond repair, you are not a lost cause, & there is more for you than survival.

Naomi, I Am So Proud of You

Naomi, if you’re reading this: I am so incredibly proud of you. I’ve watched you journey from injury to integrity, from suffering to service, from barely hanging on to opening your doors to the world. You didn’t just survive; you built something that will help countless others survive & heal too.

You have turned your trauma into a roadmap, your despair into education, your tears into tools, & your faith into a physical space where people can come to renew, restore, & revive. Your voice now lives in your coaching, your clinic, & your chapter in “The Power of YES,” & I know this is only the beginning of the impact you will have.

To everyone reading:

• If you are near Wisconsin, go experience Revive Me Healing Center in West Allis located at 1721 S 81st Street & feel what Naomi has created.

• Follow her work & encouragement as Infinite Hope Coach on YouTube & as across her social media platforms to stay connected to her message & her journey.

• “The Power of YES” hit Amazon, so grab a copy, read Naomi’s chapter, & let her story remind you that your own “yes” still matters.

Naomi, you said “yes”—to healing, to purpose, & to building a place where others can find their own yes again. I am so happy for you, & so deeply honored to cheer you on as Revive Me Healing Center opens its doors to the world.

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​Eric’s Unyielding Fight

Eric’s pain was real, his fight was long, and his heart was full of hope for recovery—a hope denied by a system that failed him at every turn. He received IVIG infusions every week for the last year and every month before that, alongside rituximab, cyclophosphamide, blood thinners, NSAIDs, anti-seizure meds, antipsychotics, prednisone, azathioprine, and dozens more treatments including HBOT, red light therapy, EBOO, IV saline, extreme pacing, fasting, and an anti-inflammatory diet. Despite countless supplements, opioids, benzodiazepines, cannabis, THC, and experimental approaches like ivermectin, memantine, and low-dose naltrexone, he found no relief. He should never have suffered without the care, treatment, and compassion he rightfully deserved—our government, health agencies, and Pfizer bear responsibility for ignoring cries for help and silencing truth-tellers.

Eva’s Steadfast Love Amid Darkness

His devoted girlfriend Eva stood by him through every agonizing moment, speaking for him when words failed, managing his care amid her own health struggles, and sharing his story to combat denial. She described his insomnia as torture, toxic brain sensations like acid poured on his brain, and constant excruciated pain that made eating and breathing difficult, yet he fought on. Eva’s raw updates, like one thanking the community for honors while revealing his final signs of true will to survive, capture her unyielding advocacy.

A Life Dimmed by Darkness and Isolation

Eric had to stay in complete darkness most of the time due to his severe neurological condition, becoming 95% bedbound and unable to leave the house for three months. He couldn’t watch TV, browse his phone, listen to music, or communicate verbally, relying on voice memos and cards. In a post from December 2025, he shared “7 months of utter hell, no improvements, no hope,” noting severed ties with his kids for nearly a year. Trolls posted vile comments mocking his plight, while friends and family faded away, revealing the isolation of chronic illness.​

Cherished Father to Two Daughters

Eric’s greatest joy shone through in moments with his two beautiful daughters, whose smiles lit up family photos—whether posing together outside or in heartfelt embraces. Though his illness severed daily connections, his love as a father endured, captured in memories like black-and-white shots by the car and playful poses that speak to the family he held dear.

Talents Silenced, Spirit Enduring

Before his major decline in early October 2023, Eric was a talented musician, sharing recordings that captured his vibrant spirit. He even designed React19 support tees via his business devildart.com, channeling creativity into community aid with “Going as myself this year” costumes. A photo from January 21, 2025, showed him holding his phone, dressed in a black shirt, embodying resilience amid agony.

A Community’s Grief and Call to Action

Behind every statistic is a life like Eric’s—a family forever changed, a community grieving, and a reminder that accountability must be demanded. To Eva, his daughters, and Eric’s loved ones: you are not alone; we hold you in our hearts and will carry his light forward in our fight for recognition, justice, and compassion. May Eric rest in God’s arms, free from pain.

From the book Detoxify: “One day, you will share a moment with someone you love... Say the words now. Say them plainly. Say I love you.”

Rest peacefully, Eric. Your light endures. 💔

Please consider donating to the family to help ease the burden of their loss and ensure the family has financial stability during this time.

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Please also consider donating to the following nonprofits that help with care and treatment for vaccine injured. Without your generous donations, we have no hope.

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In my interview with Broken Truth TV, I share the moments that changed everything—the injury, the isolation, and the resolve that followed. I talk about the people we’ve lost, the communities we’ve built, and the work still ahead: demanding transparency, pursuing ethical reporting, and helping injured individuals access real, compassionate care.

Accountability isn’t abstract. It looks like naming failures, supporting survivors, and building the systems that should have been there from the start. Thank you to Broken Truth TV for offering space to speak—to make the invisible visible.

If you or a loved one has been affected, you’re not alone. Our advocacy continues, and so does the call for truth.

It took me over two months to write this. The loss is painful to share, and what happened to him still haunts me.

The Frame of Our Life 💔

There are men who pass through a family like weather, and there are men who hold one together—steady, stubborn, imperfect, and somehow exactly what you needed. Jerry was the frame of our house—built to carry weight, quiet in the corners, holding up everything we loved without asking for thanks.

He came to us a “Yankee,” which we said with equal parts suspicion and drawl. Four daughters had already learned from our southern spitfire of a mother that respect is non-negotiable and love is not a gamble. After what she’d survived, there could be no halfway. Jerry was different. Loud sometimes, yes. Opinionated, absolutely. But protective in a way that wrapped around all of us. We didn’t give him an easy entrance; he didn’t ask for one. He earned it.

We tested him—once nearly to “fist-a-cuffs” in the kitchen when he crossed a line with Mom. He learned, fast: to love our mother meant loving her daughters, and to love us meant showing up with respect every single day. He did.

He brought three sons and a widening circle. It felt a little Brady Bunch—awkward, funny, ours. We didn’t get all the time we wished for with them, but his pride in his boys was a bonfire—loud, unwavering, and setting the temperature of the room: if he loved you, we loved you too. He never just saw what they did; he saw who they were—brave, dutiful, stubborn in the best way. They were his reflection, his legacy, and he glowed when he spoke their names.

The Man Who Showed Up

Jerry’s life was not measured in delicacy. It was measured in presence.

He learned steadiness in the United States Air Force, serving in Vietnam where danger was ordinary and courage was daily work. A bombing leveled the barracks they had just left—he survived, but his pet monkey was killed. The loss was absurd and tender and scarring all at once, and he carried it like a quiet bruise no one could see. He brought that forged calm home and wore it like a second skin—then carried it into law enforcement, rising to lieutenant with the Macon Police Department, the kind of leader who ran toward noise so others could live in quiet. He survived a stabbing to the neck by a suspect—critical, touch-and-go—and pulled through with the stubborn will that marked his whole life. And when his son Al died in a car accident just after hanging up the phone with him, Jerry survived that too—the kind of grief that splinters a man. He didn’t dramatize any of it. He simply showed up, again and again, for the people who needed him.

He honored the ordinary like it was altar work—lawn mower engines, hedges, fences, truck batteries, laundry room doors, sour moods, frayed tempers. Fixing was his love language. Duty and mercy, in one gesture.

Later, on long hauls, he ruled the highway like a conductor:

• Knew mile markers the way some people know birthdays.

• Rated truck stop bathrooms from “civilized” to “emergency only.”

• Coffee: “mud that’ll pass” or “nope, not passin’ these lips.”

• 3 a.m. pies? “Real cobbler, not that gelatin nonsense.”

At home, he ran a tight—if unintentionally comedic—operation. His voice often arrived before he did. Opinions? Endless. Thermostat decrees? Medieval. Lawn lines? Diagonal, or you were just mowing, not doing craftsmanship. The kitchen was his stadium. He’d stand with the fridge open like it held prophecy. “Close it, Jerry!” Mom would call, while cinnamon crumbs lodged an airtight case against him. BelVita biscuits lived in robe pockets. Ginger ale fell under maritime salvage law. He’d swear, “I’m not eatin’ anything,” while every counter testified otherwise.

And the mishaps that turned into family legend:

• The “repair” that detached Lindsey’s car door. “It was already like that,” he ruled, case closed.

• The lawn chair ambush—he tumbled into bushes mid-peanut eatin, stood up leafy and still chewing, unbothered and undefeated.

• The Great Truck Keys Caper, where I had to signal the store clerks like a NFL coach to NOT make the keys bc he could not longer drive.

He didn’t talk about faith to perform. He leaned on it like a beam. Bible open, jaw set, spirit steady. He could pivot from grit to grounding without warning, like he knew both were needed to hold a life. As he grew closer to the end, his faith was just as strong and he knew he would be going to heaven. He would see his mom, dad and son Al when he got there.

To be continued…

”No one will ever fully understand our illnesses—not doctors, not family, not friends, not strangers. We tried explaining. Again. And again. We described the crashes, the internal tremors, the brain fog, the endocrine swings, the infections, the heart spikes, the grief. But most people weren’t receptive. They heard sounds, not meaning. They saw us upright for a few minutes and decided we were “better.”

Family didn’t really get it. Friends drifted or glossed over. We kept telling the story—sometimes in detail, sometimes in fragments—because every time someone dismissed us, the isolation got louder. We weren’t nagging. We were trying to build a bridge. We were trying to keep from disappearing inside an illness no one else could feel.

We have explained our injuries and illnesses to clinicians, to family members, to friends, to colleagues. We repeated the symptom lists, the functional losses, the diagnostic dead-ends. The repetition wasn’t drama—it was documentation, pattern recognition, advocacy, and a plea for validation in systems that fail us.

They heard words. They didn’t integrate the reality. like reliving it, but because we kept hoping someone would finally stay present long enough to really see. When understanding doesn’t arrive, we recalibrate, restate, reframe. Not because we enjoy it—because the alternative is silence, and silence erases us.

The repetition wasn’t obsession; it was survival. It was: Please believe me. Please anchor me to reality when the world gaslights what I live. We speak so we don’t vanish. We repeat so the truth has somewhere to land. And still, too often, it all falls on deaf ears—compassion blocked, curiosity absent, our reality ricocheting off walls that refuse to listen. Even when it lands on deaf (or “death”) ears, the saying matters; it keeps our existence documented, witnessed—if not by them, then by us.

But here is the cost they don’t see: we are not only losing the battle with the illnesses inside our bodies—we are losing ground in social interactions, connections, in relationships, safety, in the basic currency of respect. Trust frays. Invitations disappear. Eye contact changes. Support contracts. The circle narrows. And eventually, the effort to keep translating what no one wants to hear outweighs the hope that someone might finally listen. At some point, if nothing shifts, we will stop communicating at all—not because it was never real or true, but because speaking into refusal becomes another form of harm and another wound to bear.”

By Cat Parker

When I wrote this, I was standing on the edge of a dark, hollow place—deeper than sadness, quieter than despair. It was a silence so profound it echoed back at me, the kind you can fall into and never quite climb back from. Illness strips away everything: the noise, the certainty, the sense of belonging. What’s left are fragments—half-remembered conversations, unseen pain, and the sound of people walking away because they just couldn’t understand.

Reflecting on my life, I realized how much I’d lost—holding on by a thread while everything else slipped away. Friends and loved ones disappeared during my darkest hours, leaving me with no support, no hope. They no longer saw me as the person whose words they once trusted or the one who stood by them no matter what. Instead, I was labeled a “conspiracy theorist nut job” more times than I care to count, dismissed and doubted.

Recently, a few quotes have stuck with me, capturing much of what I feel:

“Believe what you see, not what you’re told.”
“Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.” — Aldous Huxley
“Censorship is the child of fear and the father of ignorance.” — Laurie Halse Anderson
“Calling it misinformation does not make it false; proving it false does.” — Modern aphorism

These words remind me that truth does not depend on recognition. It simply is—and I continue to hold onto that truth even when the world around me questions it.

“So close, yet sealed away—our truths pressed against the glass of disbelief.”
No one will ever fully understand our illnesses—not doctors, not family, not friends, not strangers. We’ve tried explaining. Again. And again. But they saw fragments, not fullness. They saw us upright for a few minutes and decided we were healed.

Family didn’t really get it. Friends drifted. Colleagues stayed silent. And each time the story hit a wall, the isolation deepened. We weren’t searching for pity; we were searching for witnesses.

“We reached across silence, hoping someone might meet us halfway.”
That’s what it felt like—stretching across invisible distances, trying to explain the unexplainable, only to watch the bridge weaken under the weight of disbelief. Each attempt to reach out cracked another beam.

“We wrote our pain into the air, hoping someone would read between the lines.”
We’ve documented everything. Symptoms. Crashes. Side effects. Losses. Patterns. We’ve spoken the details out loud until they blurred into background noise to everyone else—but each retelling carried a plea: Please see this as real.

“Even in the fog, light finds a way through. So do we.”
Some mornings the light comes slow, bruised with fatigue, but still—it comes. Those are the days I remind myself that perseverance doesn’t always look like triumph. Sometimes it’s just opening your eyes again.

“Every step forward is a whisper of survival, a trail of light in the dusk.”
We have explained our injuries and illnesses endlessly—to clinicians, to family, to friends. The repetition wasn’t drama—it was survival. It was advocacy. It was documentation of a life being lived inside a body at war with itself.

They heard words, but the meaning slipped past them. So we recalibrated, restated, reframed—not from obsession, but from necessity. Because silence erases us. Because when no one remains to listen, the truth begins to fade.

“We send our stories downstream, praying they find a heart still open.”
Every telling is a fragile offering—a message folded in hope. Even when it lands in misunderstanding, it matters. It marks our presence. It says: I am here, even if you refuse to see me.

“Even in barren places, we bloom with stories that shine in the dark.” Cat Parker

But the cost is immense. We are not only battling the damage inside our bodies; we are losing something more human—connection, belonging, safety, trust. The more we speak, the more others turn away, weary of hearing what they cannot fix. Eventually, the effort to translate our pain feels heavier than the pain itself.

I say this to the people in my life—and to anyone who has dismissed every word we’ve spoken since illness entered our lives. What happened to the love and support that once surrounded us? Where did the flourishing network of family and friends suddenly fracture? At what moment did the person you “loved” become someone you ignore at every opportunity? The one you quietly unfollowed on social media, or who you now dismiss with disdain every time they post another vulnerable cry about the illness you refuse to acknowledge—not because of evidence, but simply because someone else questioned their truth.

You walked away. Not with anger, not with confrontation, but with cold silence and absence. You left us broken, confused, and utterly alone. Scared and heartbroken, carrying a sorrow that lingers like mold—quiet, invasive, unrelenting.

This abandonment is not just a loss of companionship. It’s a profound wound that deepens the isolation of illness. When support vanishes, so does hope. Trust erodes. And the very people who once formed our safety net become shadows on the periphery—reminding us constantly that suffering in silence is both our punishment and our burden.

But here’s the truth you refuse to see: We are still here. We are still fighting. Our pain is not fabricated; our voices are not cries for pity. We are calling for witnesses—bearers of truth in a world quick to turn away. Support isn’t just about being physically present; it’s about believing, listening, and standing beside us even when the road is dark and the destination unknown.

If you loved us once, find that love again. Because without it, we are left not just broken, but invisible.

When we think of family, we often picture a strong, nurturing figure at its heart—most often, that figure is Mom. As a single mother, I was the anchor of my family, the steady force holding everything together. I managed the household, worked tirelessly, and raised my two incredible children, Brandon (26) and Bailey (22), who have grown into remarkable young adults. They are the absolute light of my life, overflowing with humor and personality. Honestly, they’re so funny I sometimes joke about charging them for their comedy routines! Throughout their lives, I’ve been everything to them—their confidante, their advisor, their unwavering support. But four years ago, everything changed. My injury from the J&J and Pfizer COVID-19 vaccines left me battling severe, life-altering diseases and conditions that have turned my world upside down.

In these past four years, I’ve connected with so many other moms—and dads—who are fighting the same battle. We all struggle to be the parents we once were, but it’s like that version of ourselves no longer exists. Instead of being the caregivers, we’ve become the ones who need care. And it’s not the natural progression of life, where age gently ushers us into a new chapter of being cared for by our children. No, this was forced upon us far too soon, by forces so cruel and calculated they seem almost unimaginable. Moms in their 30s, 40s, 50s, and early 60s—people who should still be thriving—are now on the other side of caregiving. None of us ever imagined this would be our reality, needing so much help, causing so much heartache and pain for ourselves and those we love. This isn’t just a personal struggle; it’s a collective tragedy, one that’s left families reeling and lives shattered.

The Shift in Roles

The transition from being the caregiver to needing care is profound and often jarring. As the primary provider, my role was not just about physical care but emotional support and guidance. Suddenly, the tables turned. My children became my caretakers, a shift that deeply affected all of us.

Bailey, my daughter, with whom I’ve always shared a special bond, started to exhibit signs of emotional distress. I observed her swinging between laughter and tears, using humor as a way to cope with the sadness and discomfort surrounding my condition. My little clone, affectionately nicknamed Boo Boo, possesses a sharp wit and a knack for dark humor that would make anyone proud. I believe she inherited that from her mom. The sideways glance I used to give her is now returned in kind, and often we find ourselves exchanging that look simultaneously, bursting into laughter because it’s so perfectly in sync. She loves horror anime, gaming, horror movies and music, though getting her to go to a concert with me is like pulling teeth.

Brandon, my firstborn, is well-known for his lively spirit and stubborn nature. His response to my situation was more restrained, yet equally heart-wrenching. I could see the anger and sadness bubbling just beneath the surface, emotions he found difficult to express. The burden of seeing his mother in pain weighed heavily on him, but he seldom talked about it. This silence often concealed a deeper struggle that many children endure when their parent falls ill. Despite this, he still manages to come into the room and annoy me, just like any good son would. He bites my shoulder as he always has since he was little, while hovering over me at the computer, hurls wet wipes or random objects from around the house in my direction, and gives me that signature sideways lip snarl. I can’t help but think aloud, “Did you get mixed up at the hospital? I’m pretty sure you did.”

The Ripple Effect on Family Dynamics

When a mother, the backbone of the family, falls ill, the ripple effect can be devastating. Health crises do not just impact the individual; they alter the entire family dynamic. Responsibilities shift, roles change, and emotional burdens are redistributed. Children who once relied on their mother for guidance and support now find themselves in a position where they must step up, often before they are ready.

The stress of these changes can lead to significant emotional strain. Research shows that children of sick parents may experience heightened anxiety, depression, and feelings of helplessness. They may worry about their parent's health, struggle with changes in routine, and even fear the loss of their parent. For Bailey and Brandon, this transition was not just challenging; it was a profound shift in their childhood narrative.

The Emotional Toll: Children’s Struggles When Mom Is Unwell

The emotional toll on children during a mother’s illness can be immense. They may grapple with feelings of confusion and abandonment, especially if they perceive their mother's illness as a loss of stability. For Bailey, her laughter became a shield against the sadness she felt, while Brandon’s anger manifested as withdrawal. These reactions are common but can be isolating.

Children often feel an unspoken pressure to stay strong for their parents, tucking away their own emotions in order to be a pillar of support. When this happens, a quiet cycle sets in—the caregiver relying on comfort from those who, themselves, are quietly carrying heavy loads of worry and unspoken fears. It’s a tender, complicated dance, and sometimes our kids end up shouldering anxieties they’re not ready to share.

On days like these, all I crave is a little slice of normal with my kids—moments where laughter bubbles up, where silliness wipes away the heaviness, if only for a while. Sending ridiculous memes, swapping cheesy jokes, poking fun at each other—these are our secret handshakes. Our silly traditions stitch us together, no matter what life brings.

There’s one memory that always warms my heart. Back when my daughter was in high school, there was a sweet innocence about her—still seeing the world with magic in her eyes. We were driving past the lake near our house when I decided to tease her: “Hey Bailey, did you know there’s a whale in that lake?” She looked from the water to me, eyes wide. “Seriously, really mom??! Where?!” she blurted, teetering between belief and doubt. I couldn’t help but meet her with a perfectly straight face, until the realization flickered across her own. Suddenly, we were both doubled over with laughter. That little joke has stuck with us; I still send her goofy whale memes about our lake, keeping the laughter alive through every version of hard.

These small rituals—however strange they may seem to anyone else—are lifelines for me. They let me hold onto her innocence, remind me how beautiful her spirit is, and anchor me in love, just as she is.

I can’t tell you the right way to parent through hard times, but I can offer a few things that have helped us. And remember, there’s only one you. You’re doing the best you can, and that is enough—give yourself kindness along the way.

From Chaos to Resilience: Tips for Families Coping with a Mother's Illness

• Open Communication: Let honest conversations flow. Encourage your kids—no matter their age—to talk about what they’re feeling. Make space for their fears and frustrations.

• Seek Support: Don’t be afraid to reach out. Whether it’s a counselor, a support group, or a trusted friend, having a neutral person to talk to can be a lifesaver—for you and your kids.

• Establish Routines: When everything feels chaotic, keeping a few routines can offer comfort. Even if it’s tough some days, trying to hold onto the usual can help everyone breathe a little easier.

• Prioritize Self-Care: Don’t forget that caregivers and kids need their own outlets. Encourage small joys and activities that help ease stress. Everyone deserves a chance to recharge.

• Celebrate Small Wins: Look for the little victories and cherish them. Sometimes, the tiniest triumphs on tough days are the most important ones. Celebrate them as they come—they truly matter.

Above all, know you’re not alone on this path, and every act of love matters more than you know.

Conclusion

The journey through illness is never easy, especially when the caregiver becomes the cared-for. The emotional and practical challenges can strain family dynamics, but with resilience and support, families can navigate these turbulent waters together. My children, once my dependents, have become my pillars of strength, and together we are learning to adapt, heal, and grow stronger in the face of adversity.

In sharing our story, I hope to shed light on the profound impact a mother’s illness can have on family roles and dynamics, and to remind others that they are not alone in this journey.

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It was from Sheila’s number, but it wasn’t Sheila. It was her brother. The words on my screen didn’t make sense at first—my eyes must be playing tricks, I thought. But they weren’t. Sheila had passed away. I called, desperate for a mistake, but the phone picked up and then hung up. I called again. This time, Peter answered. My voice cracked as I blurted out, “Peter, did you just text me that Sheila died?” Silence. Then a sigh. “Yes, I did. She passed away on the 1st of July.”

Six days ago. Six days, and I hadn’t known. Anger flared up inside me. Why hadn’t anyone called? Why didn’t I know? Sheila was my friend. She lived with me for over a year. We took care of each other. Even after she had to leave my home because her health was declining, I never stopped loving her or being her friend.

Peter told me she had gone downhill in the last three weeks. Was she trying to protect me? To spare me the pain? I remembered all the times she called me, scared or sick, and I was there for her. Why wasn’t I there this time?

I hate what the J&J COVID vaccines did to her. It destroyed her health, body and mind. But even as she suffered, Sheila kept giving—praying for others, encouraging them, carrying them through their pain, even as she walked through hell herself.

I scrolled through old photos and listened to voicemails. One in particular made me smile. I could see her as she spoke—her eyes sparkling, her voice full of life, not yet dulled by illness. I remembered the Florida medical conference, when she first became so sick. I begged doctors for help. Most ignored us, too busy selling books or talking about “solutions” to offer any real help. I lost it—let them all have it. But then Dr. John Witcher and his wife Brooke sat with Sheila for hours, and Dr. Jim Thorpe called to check on her. There were good people, too. They gave me hope.

But mostly, I watched helplessly as Sheila went from doctor to doctor, her body breaking down, her mind slipping, and no one listening. I advocated for her, made sure they knew this was not “just age”—this was from the J&J vaccine. She lost everything. At that Florida conference, she became so sick and unstable that I had to take her to the hospital. Her sodium and potassium levels were dangerously low, but no one realized it at first. In the ER, her eyes were blank, soulless. She wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t say she loved me. I left the hospital sobbing, , falling to my knees in the parking lot, not knowing if I’d ever see my friend again.

She was hospitalized for weeks, then dumped in a hotel in a seedy part of town. She was even abused in the hospital. My heart broke. What has happened to this world? To our medical community? To humanity in general?

We shared her story with the world—something no one else had done for her. She was happy that finally someone was hearing her, listening to her, believing her. I will always be grateful to people like Dr. Michael Nevradakis from Children’s Health Defense for being the first to share our stories and hers.

Many who knew her supported her and shared her story, fighting to help save her life and give her back her identity—not as “vaccine injured,” but as Sheila Bath: colleague, estate manager, chef, life coach, sister, and friend.

Sheila continued to fight for our community, even while struggling with her own health. She had spunk—God, did she. She questioned agencies, organizations, and people when it needed to be done. And like so many of us who speak out, she faced harassment, bullying, and trolling. She was no exception.

When I brought her to Minnesota to live with me, I wanted to care for her, even though I knew her needs were beyond what I could provide. For over a year, she was part of my daily life. But her health kept declining. Eventually, we found her a place in assisted living. Even there, she was taken advantage of—by a nurse with a suspended license, no less. I fought for her, got her out of the psych ward where she never should have been. There was no shortage of pain or injustice.

Finally, she settled into an apartment she loved. She made friends. She regained some independence. But in the last couple of months, she grew distant. I reached out, but rarely heard back. One last text came through, and I was so happy to hear from her—never knowing it would be the last.

Finally, she settled into an apartment she loved. She made friends. She regained some independence. But in the last couple of months, she grew distant. I reached out, but rarely heard back. One last text came through, and I was so happy to hear from her—never knowing it would be the last.

Now I know she was in the hospital for 11 days before she died. They sent her home, even though her stats were terrible. Within an hour of getting home, she died. Alone. That’s what haunts me most: she was alone. I wish I could have been there, to hold her hand, to tell her she wasn’t alone.

But I know Sheila. I know her fierce faith, her love for God. I know she’s in heaven, probably telling me in that Connecticut accent, “It’s okay. I’m okay now. Don’t worry about me.” Even now, she would be comforting me.

Rest in peace, my beautiful friend Sheila. The world is a little dimmer without you in it. You will be missed. And I will never forget you. I love you, my friend. ❤️

Thank you for reading. Hug your friends. Check on them. Tell them you love them. Life is too short for anything less.

If you’d like to share memories of Sheila, or if you’ve experienced a loss like this, I’d love to hear from you in the comments or by reply. We’re not meant to carry this alone.

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But wait, there’s more! This isn’t just about lazy reporting. It’s about censorship, manipulation, and the endless repetition of stories until we all believe them—even if they’re as flimsy as a wet paper towel. Let’s dive into the rabbit hole, shall we?

What Is the Copy-and-Paste Syndrome?

The Copy-and-Paste Syndrome is what happens when journalists stop investigating and start regurgitating. Instead of questioning narratives, they simply copy press releases, slap their byline on them, and call it "news." But this isn’t just laziness—it’s part of a larger system of censorship and control, where powerful entities like Big Pharma and Big Tech dictate what we see, think, and believe.

Symptoms of the Syndrome

• Recycled Stories: Ever noticed how the same headline pops up on every news site at the same time? That’s because they’re all pulling from the same press release. It’s like a group project where everyone copies the one kid who actually did the homework (spoiler: that kid is Big Pharma).

• Overhyped Crises: Remember the "measles epidemic" that was plastered all over the news? Turns out it was five cases and one death, and the death was due to medical malpractice, not measles. But hey, why let facts get in the way of a good panic?

• Echo Chamber Effect: They repeat the same story over and over again until it becomes "truth." It’s like the media took a page out of Joseph Goebbels’ playbook: “Repeat a lie often enough, and it becomes the truth.”

  

Big Pharma and Big Tech: The Puppet Masters

If you think the media is just bad at its job, think again. The real story is who’s pulling the strings—and spoiler alert, it’s not the journalists. It’s Big Pharma and Big Tech, working together like the world’s most corrupt buddy cop duo.

The Google News Initiative

Google, the gatekeeper of the internet, launched the Google News Initiative in 2018, claiming it would "support journalism in the digital age." Sounds noble, right? Wrong. In reality, this program prioritizes "authoritative sources" (translation: mainstream outlets that toe the line) while burying independent or dissenting voices. If you’re not playing ball with Google-approved narratives, good luck getting your story seen.

BBC’s Censorship Campaign

The BBC News Initiative is another wolf in sheep’s clothing. Under the guise of fighting "misinformation," it actively censors alternative viewpoints. For example, during the COVID-19 pandemic, the BBC refused to cover stories questioning vaccine efficacy or safety, labeling them as "anti-vax propaganda." Meanwhile, they ran glowing stories about pharmaceutical companies without disclosing their financial ties to them. Coincidence? I think not.

Social Media Censorship

Social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter (pre-Elon), TikTok, and YouTube have become the unofficial enforcers of pharma-backed narratives. They suppress content that questions the mainstream story, flagging it as "misinformation" or outright banning it. For example:

• The Measles Panic: Posts pointing out that the so-called "epidemic" involved only five cases were flagged as "false information," even though it was true.

• COVID-19 Censorship: Doctors and scientists who questioned vaccine mandates or promoted alternative treatments were deplatformed faster than you can say "pharma-funded fact-checkers."

Yes… it is still happening…. I got my latest suspension for “misinformation” on NextDoor yesterday.

The Endless Repetition Game

One of the media’s favorite tricks is to repeat a story so many times that it becomes "truth." This tactic, known as the illusory truth effect, is a psychological phenomenon where people start believing something simply because they’ve heard it so often. Here are some examples:

The Measles "Epidemic"

In 2019, the media went into full-blown hysteria over a "measles epidemic" in the U.S. The reality? There were five cases and one death, and the death was caused by medical malpractice, not the disease. But that didn’t stop every major outlet from running the story on a loop, complete with scary headlines like "Measles Outbreak Threatens Public Health!" It was like a bad horror movie that no one wanted to watch, but they kept playing the trailer anyway.

https://people.com/measles-child-death-texas-parents-pediatrician-reponds-11701359

https://www.who.int/emergencies/disease-outbreak-news/item/2025-DON561

https://www.who.int/publications/i/item/9789241580496

For context, the World Health Organization (WHO) and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) were key players in shaping the narrative. The WHO operates under the International Health Regulations (IHR), a legally binding framework involving 196 States Parties, including all 194 WHO member states. The IHR’s purpose is to prevent and respond to the international spread of diseases, but the coordination between the WHO and the CDC raises questions about the motives behind such media-driven panic.

https://www.cdc.gov/global-health/topics-programs/ihr.html

For those who’ve already explored the WHO and CDC’s track records, there’s little need to dive deeper into that rabbit hole. Their history speaks volumes about their priorities and how they shape public perception during so-called "crises."

The COVID-19 Fear Machine

During the pandemic, the media ran stories about rising case numbers and new variants 24/7, often without context. For example, they’d report "10,000 new cases!" without mentioning that most were mild or asymptomatic. Meanwhile, any attempt to discuss natural immunity or early treatment options was labeled "misinformation." The result? A terrified public and skyrocketing profits for vaccine manufacturers.

Why This Matters

The Copy-and-Paste Syndrome isn’t just annoying—it’s dangerous. Here’s why:

1. Misinformation Masquerading as News

When the media uncritically parrot’s pharma-backed narratives, the public is left with a distorted view of reality. For example, the overhyping of the measles "epidemic" led to calls for mandatory vaccination laws, even though the data didn’t support the panic.

2. Erosion of Public Trust

People aren’t stupid—they can see through the charade. A 2023 Gallup poll found that only 26% of Americans trust the media, and honestly, I’m surprised it’s that high. When journalists act like pharma puppets, they lose credibility—and once trust is gone, it’s hard to get back.

3. Suppression of Alternative Voices

By censoring dissenting opinions, the media and Big Tech stifle innovation and debate. For example, during the pandemic, researchers who promoted early treatment options were silenced, even though their methods could have saved lives. When only one narrative is allowed, we all lose.

What Can We Do About It?

Here’s the good news: we don’t have to accept the Copy-and-Paste Syndrome as the new normal. Here’s how we can fight back:

For Journalists

• Do Your Job: Stop copying press releases and start asking hard questions. Journalism isn’t supposed to be easy.

• Disclose Conflicts of Interest: If your story is based on a pharma press release, say so. Transparency is key.

For Readers

• Be Skeptical: Don’t believe everything you read. Look for multiple sources and question the narrative.

• Follow the Money: Ask yourself who benefits from the story being told. If the answer is "a trillion-dollar company," take it with a grain of salt.

For Big Tech and Big Pharma

• Stop Being Evil: Just kidding. We know that’s not going to happen.

Final Thoughts

The Copy-and-Paste Syndrome is more than just lazy journalism—it’s a symptom of a system where Big Pharma and Big Tech control the narrative, and the media plays along for a paycheck. Until we demand better, we’ll be stuck with recycled stories, censored voices, and headlines that read like pharma ads.

So, the next time you see a story about a "crisis" or a "miracle drug," ask yourself: is this journalism, or just another press release in disguise? And remember, the cure for the Copy-and-Paste Syndrome isn’t another pill—it’s accountability.

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The Most Dangerous Man in Washington: Scott Miller, Pediatric PA, Advocate, and Reluctant Hero

In times of crisis, heroes often emerge from the most unexpected places. Some are celebrated, while others are vilified for daring to challenge the status quo. Scott Miller, a pediatric physician assistant (PA) from Washington State, has become one such figure—a man whose unwavering commitment to saving lives and advocating for medical freedom has made him both a beacon of hope for many and a target of relentless persecution by the powers that be.

Dubbed by some as "The Most Dangerous Man in Washington," Scott’s story is one of sacrifice, resilience, and a relentless pursuit of truth. It is a story that deserves to be told, not just for the lives he has touched, but for the broader implications of his fight against a system that often prioritizes conformity over innovation, and control over compassion.

The Making of a Reluctant Hero

Scott's journey into the medical field was driven by a deep desire to help children and families. As the founder of Miller Family Pediatrics in Washougal, Washington, he became known as a practitioner who listened, cared, and went above and beyond to find solutions for complex pediatric cases. Parents sought him out after being dismissed or failed by other providers, and his ability to diagnose and treat difficult conditions earned him a reputation as a trusted and compassionate caregiver.

But Scott’s life took a dramatic turn during the COVID-19 pandemic. As the world grappled with an unprecedented health crisis, Scott found himself at odds with the medical establishment. He challenged the prevailing narratives around COVID-19 treatment, advocating for early intervention protocols and the use of alternative therapies like ivermectin. While these treatments were controversial and dismissed by many in the mainstream medical community, Scott believed they were saving lives—and he had the stories to prove it.

For families desperate to find help for their loved ones, Scott became a lifeline. But for those in power, his defiance of government mandates, hospital protocols, and pharmaceutical-driven policies made him a threat. And threats, as history has shown, are often met with attempts to silence them.

The Cost of Advocacy

Scott’s advocacy came at a steep personal and professional cost. In October 2021, the Washington Medical Commission (WMC) suspended his license, accusing him of promoting "unfounded COVID-19 cures" and interfering with the care of hospitalized patients. The WMC alleged that his treatments fell below the standard of care, citing cases where patients he treated later died. However, supporters of Scott argue that these accusations ignore the broader context: these were patients who were already critically ill, often after receiving no effective treatment under standard hospital protocols.

The media quickly piled on, painting Scott as a rogue practitioner pushing dangerous and unproven therapies. Articles labeled him an "anti-masker" and a promoter of "unfounded cures," while ignoring the hundreds of families who credit him with saving their lives or the lives of their loved ones. The attacks were deeply personal, with some outlets digging into his past to question his character and professional history.

Despite the onslaught, Scott remained steadfast. He continued to advocate for patient rights, medical freedom, and the need for early intervention in COVID-19 treatment. His supporters rallied around him, raising nearly $47,000 through a GoFundMe campaign to help fund his legal defense. They described him as a healthcare provider who refused to give up on his patients, even when the system did.

The cost of having his license ripped away from him for saving lives, affected not only his practice but his family. No income affected the ability to do necessary repairs on their home in which mold infested every corner of the house they love. This left the family having to sleep in tents in the back yard season after season to save their lives.

A Voice for the Voiceless

I first met Scott during a meeting with the Former Feds Group Foundation, where I shared my own vaccine injury story. Scott, who was quietly listening in the background, reacted in a way that struck me as odd at the time—making strange noises as I spoke. It wasn’t until later that I understood those sounds for what they were: his visceral reaction to the sheer injustice and pain he was hearing.

That moment encapsulates who Scott is—a man who feels deeply, who cares deeply, and who refuses to look away from the suffering of others. His empathy is matched only by his courage. While many in his position might have retreated in the face of such overwhelming opposition, Scott chose to stand his ground. He has become a voice for the voiceless, advocating not just for his patients, but for a medical system that prioritizes humanity over bureaucracy.

Audio of Scott trying to save the life of a woman's husband as the hospital and doctor forgets what it is to prioritize human life

https://www.facebook.com/share/v/15wmrkdsE3/

The Power of One

Scott’s story is not just about one man’s fight against a corrupt system; it is a testament to the power of faith, resilience, and the belief that one person can make a difference. His recently published book, The Most Dangerous Man in Washington, offers a raw and inspiring account of his journey—from his early days as a pediatric practitioner to his transformation into a reluctant hero during the global COVID-19 crisis.

In the book, Scott recounts the personal losses, professional trials, and relentless adversity he has faced. But he also shares stories of hope: lives saved, families reunited, and the small victories that kept him going. It is a story that will resonate with anyone who has ever dared to challenge the status quo or stand up for what they believe is right.

A Legacy of Courage

As of October 2023, Scott’s license has been permanently revoked, effectively barring him from practicing medicine in Washington State. The decision was based on his alleged failure to cooperate with the WMC’s investigation, a charge his supporters vehemently dispute. But while the system may have succeeded in silencing him professionally, they cannot erase the impact he has had on the lives of countless families.

Scott Miller is, without a doubt, a polarizing figure. To some, he is a dangerous renegade who defied medical norms. To others, he is a hero who dared to speak truth to power. But regardless of where one stands, his story raises important questions about the role of dissent in medicine, the limits of institutional authority, and the price of standing up for one’s convictions.

In a world that often rewards compliance and punishes courage, Scott Miller chose the harder path. He chose to fight for his patients, even when it meant risking everything. And for that, he will always be remembered—not as a dangerous man, but as a brave one.

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The Modern Landscape: The Party’s Still Going

In today’s digital age, censorship and misinformation are the ultimate party crashers. Social media platforms and governments are like the party hosts trying to keep things under control, but it’s a tough job. Balancing free speech with the need to prevent the spread of harmful falsehoods is like trying to keep the dance floor from turning into a mosh pit. Facebook, Instagram, YouTube, LinkedIn, TikTok, and many more social media platforms banning users like a pub bar crawl on Tequila Tuesday.

Everything is misinformation…

Misinformation reigns supreme, Your vaccine injury? Just a dream. Heart attack? They say it’s fake, Transverse myelitis? A mistake.

Parkinson’s? They turn away, Stroke? They claim it’s just a play. Your child’s death? They won’t believe, Misinformation, they deceive.

Every truth you hold so dear, Drowned in lies, they stoke the fear. Misinformation, loud and clear, Twisting facts, year after year.

Gaslighting: “Its like convincing someone their favorite color is invisible.”

Gaslighting is no laughing matter, but let’s start with a lighthearted take: “Imagine you’re at a party again, cause who does not like parties? Someone keeps insisting that the snacks are invisible. You look around, see the chips and dip, and think, ‘Am I missing something?’ Meanwhile, they’re munching away and telling you, ‘Nope, nothing here!’ Gaslighting is like that—trying to convince you that what you see, hear, and feel isn’t real, while they keep enjoying the snacks right in front of you.”

But no one really talks about the psychological impact it has on the victim. I mean if you tell people over and over I am sick, I am dying, I am injured and every damn person tells you.. you are lying, you are not sick, you are not dying, you are not injured, after a while you start questioning your sanity. There were thousands and thousands that I know that questioned themselves over and over until they met someone just like them. I think many of us have really never had to endure this type of behavior before, until the “plandemic” came to town. We always believed in others as human beings and especially people we knew. How could they possibly not believe us and even call us liars, conspiracy theorists and antivaxxers. We took the shots, didn’t we? What happened to the love, respect and support that had always been there, that now suddenly with the covid vaccines, disappeared?

Just like any other form of abuse, gaslighting is a form of psychological manipulation where the perpetrator makes the victim question their own reality, memories, or perceptions. This can have severe psychological effects, especially on someone trying to share information and the truth. Yes! It is abuse! I said it and will say it again! ABUSE!

This still angers me so much, because I have gone through this since the beginning of my vaccine injury. And I have watched others suffer through this same ordeal, day in and day out. Some taking their own lives, because those people in their lives abandoned them to the wind and to suffer alone, while they listened to mainstream media, the ruling three letter agencies and a bunch of rich pharmaceutical companies that have had their hands slapped so many times in the past, they should NOT be in business at all.

I will challenge anyone, any day and ask them this. When did you in your life, begin to feel that your government was more important and believable than the person you love, who you have known for your whole life? Years? Respected? Cared for? When did all information go out the window and there was NOTHING but a one sided conversation and the other side was sitting and suffering screaming to the top of their lungs and everyone is ignoring them, including you.

Psychological Impact on the Victim

1. Self-Doubt & Confusion: Victims often start doubting their own memories & perceptions, leading to confusion & a diminished sense of self.

2. Anxiety & Depression: The constant questioning of one’s reality can lead to chronic anxiety & depression.

3. Low Self-Esteem: Victims may feel worthless or incapable, as they are repeatedly told that their feelings & thoughts are wrong.

4. Isolation: Gaslighting can make victims feel isolated, as they may start to believe that others won’t understand or believe them.

What It Reveals About the Perpetrator

1. Desire for Control: Gaslighters often seek to control their victims by making them dependent on the gaslighter’s version of reality.

2. Avoidance of Accountability: They may use gaslighting to avoid taking responsibility for their actions, often shifting blame onto the victim.

3. Manipulative Tendencies: Gaslighters are typically manipulative & may derive a sense of power or enjoyment from causing confusion & distress.

Impact on a Nation

1. Erosion of Trust: When gaslighting occurs on a national scale, it can erode public trust in institutions & leaders.

2. Social Division: Gaslighting can create divisions within society, as people are manipulated into believing conflicting versions of reality.

3. Suppression of Truth: It can suppress the truth & stifle open dialogue, making it difficult for a society to address its problems effectively.

4. Psychological Harm: The widespread psychological harm can lead to a populace that is anxious, depressed, & less capable of critical thinking.

Gaslighting is a powerful tool of manipulation that can have devastating effects on individuals and societies. It’s crucial to recognize and address it to foster a healthier, more truthful environment.

Censorship is a complex issue, but one thing’s for sure: it’s often used to control and suppress. Understanding its history and motivations helps us navigate the modern challenges of misinformation and free speech.

The effects of censorship on mental health are significant and should not be overlooked. This topic is central to Part 3 of this substack, where I delve into the experiences of our vaccine-injured community and the profound ways in which this has affected them across all aspects of their lives as well as mine.

Scars Run Deep

I spoke with several people in my support group regarding how the censorship has affected them. The constant gaslighting, being called crazy, conspiracy theorist, liar, antivax and so many other terms.

To have no one believe you. To have your own family, friends or anyone for that matter, not believe you, is down right gut punching. The level of psychological warfare forced on this nation in which it has torn families and friends apart.

I know my own experiences of gaslighting and censorship. It has a way of creeping into every corner of life, leaving you questioning your own reality. When it comes from medical providers, it can make you doubt your own symptoms and experiences, leading to a spiral of self-doubt and confusion. Neighbors and strangers might dismiss your concerns or experiences, making you feel isolated and unheard. But the most painful gaslighting comes from those you trust—friends, family, and loved ones. When someone you believe would always be there for you starts to twist your reality, it shatters your sense of security and trust.

The impact of gaslighting from loved ones is profound. It’s not just about the immediate confusion and hurt; it’s about the long-term erosion of self-esteem and confidence. You start to second-guess your own memories and perceptions, wondering if you’re the one who’s wrong. This kind of emotional manipulation can leave deep scars, making it hard to trust others—or even yourself—again. It’s a betrayal that cuts deep, altering the way you see the world and your place in it. When you go from holding the hand of the person you love, who came into your life and swept you off your feet, to them now sitting far away from you, it's a heart-wrenching transition. The warmth and closeness that once felt like a safe harbor now feels like a distant memory. The comfort of their presence is replaced by an overwhelming sense of loss and confusion. You question every moment, every word, wondering where it all went wrong. The person who once promised to always be there for you now feels like a stranger, and it's a betrayal that cuts deeper than any wound. This emotional manipulation from someone you trusted implicitly is a wound that takes a long time to heal, altering the way you see the world and your place in it.

In the midst of it all, you find yourself aching for that support and love that once seemed so steadfast. The very foundation of your emotional world has crumbled, leaving you grasping at fragments of what once was. The echoes of shared laughter and intimate conversations now haunt you, reminding you of a bond that has withered away. The person who was your confidant, your rock, is now a distant memory, and the void they left behind is filled with a profound sense of longing and loss. It’s an excruciating reality to navigate, as you yearn for the reassurance and comfort that have vanished, leaving you to rebuild your sense of self in the aftermath of their betrayal. Your heart is ripped out.

This seems to be an all too familiar story for many others. It's not only found in the dynamics of lovers, husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends, but also within families, between parents and children, and among best friends. Those who once reveled in your love and friendship now look at you with disdain or suspicion. The information fed to them by sources that care little about them—and don't even know they exist—convinces them to disregard you, label you as liars, conspiracy theorists, and anti-vaxxers, asserting they would never do harm to anyone. But history tells a different story, one that repeats itself over and over. We find ourselves as victims of those who are truly lying and committing atrocities against us all.

How Far Does It Really Run

What follows are real-life accounts of gaslighting and censorship within our community, including my own experiences. These stories reveal the extent of these issues and the immense suffering our community has endured, whether in trying to do the right thing or being forced to comply against our will to keep our jobs and provide for our families.

Check out part IV of this substack….

Here are some notable examples:

an impactful and image of COVID-19 Vaccine injury censorship: numerous instances where social media platforms have removed or flagged content related to COVID-19 vaccines, often citing misinformation.

Historical Cases of Censorship

1. The Burning of the Library of Alexandria: One of the most famous instances of censorship, where thousands of manuscripts were destroyed, leading to a significant loss of knowledge.

   

   

2. Galileo Galilei: In the 17th century, Galileo faced censorship and was tried by the Roman Catholic Church for his support of heliocentrism, which contradicted the Church’s teachings.

   

   

3. James Joyce’s “Ulysses”: This novel was banned in the United States for obscenity until a landmark court case in 1933 declared it not obscene.

   

   

4. McCarthy Era: During the 1950s, the U.S. government censored and blacklisted individuals suspected of communist sympathies, significantly impacting the entertainment industry and other sectors.

   

   

Current Cases of Censorship

1. COVID-19 Vaccine Information: There have been numerous instances where social media platforms have removed or flagged content related to COVID-19 vaccines, often citing misinformation. For example, a controversial paper claiming high rates of vaccine-related deaths was removed from a preprint server and later retracted by a journal due to methodological flaws.

2. Government and Social Media: The U.S. Supreme Court recently heard cases involving allegations that government officials pressured social media platforms to censor misinformation about COVID-19 vaccines and the 2020 election.

3. Vaccine Injury Advocacy: Individuals and groups advocating for those injured by COVID-19 vaccines have reported being censored on social media. They claim their posts are often removed or flagged, making it difficult to share their experiences and seek support.

4. AND OUR ENTIRE FUCKING COMMUNITY IS CENSORED EVERYDAY!

Censorship remains a complex and multifaceted issue, balancing the need to prevent harm and misinformation with the right to free expression.

When “Misinformation” is Actually The Truth

Sometimes, what gets labeled as “misinformation” turns out to be the truth. This is where things get really tricky. For example, during the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic, there were numerous claims about the virus and its treatments that were initially dismissed as misinformation but later found to have some truth to them. Even lawsuits come out of this. It’s like someone at the party saying, “Hey, I think the food is rotten,” and everyone laughs it off—only to find out later that it really was.

Check out part III of this substack….

This scenario feels all too familiar as I sit here, staring at my banned TikTok account, steaming over the hard work I put into it. Honestly, it’s not just TikTok—it’s all of my social media platforms. I didn’t pour my heart and soul into these accounts to become famous or an “influencer,” whatever that even means. Can anyone really answer that question? What are they really influencing? Sorry, I digressed. Shiny squirrel moment. I have to warn you, I do that quite a bit.

The censorship I’ve experienced is frustrating and disheartening. My posts, which aim to raise awareness about vaccine injuries and advocate for those affected, are often flagged or removed. It’s not just about losing followers or engagement; it’s about the silencing of important voices and stories. I’ve noticed that certain keywords or topics seem to trigger automatic bans or shadow bans, making it incredibly difficult to share genuine, impactful content. This isn’t just an inconvenience—it’s a barrier to advocacy and change.

Back to what I was saying. My purpose was to connect with others who needed support—a community of those who understand exactly what I was going through. I needed to know I wasn’t alone, and as I reached out, I found others who felt the same way. This mission was born out of my own experiences and the struggles I faced, particularly after my narcolepsy worsened. I dedicated myself to this cause every day, from the moment I woke up until I inevitably fell asleep in my chair.

As the community grew, I began to travel to different parts of the world. People would recognize me and approach me, saying, “Thank you for speaking out; it gave me hope,” or “I no longer think I’m crazy because you had the courage to speak out.” These moments were incredibly validating and reinforced the importance of my advocacy work. Knowing that my efforts helped others feel less isolated and more understood was profoundly rewarding.

Let’s rewind a bit. But before I do, my sister, Dr. Cynthia Morton, Ed.D, LPC, NCC, CPCS (yes, Cindy, I got all your titles in!), would be proud of me for this history lesson. I promise, I wasn’t sleeping during your class! She was my history teacher in my last year of school. Someone thought it was a good idea to put me in her class. We won’t get into that story—just imagine two sisters, one more strong-willed than the other (I’ll let you guess who that is). Despite everything, I have to give her mad props for putting up with me for so many years. I look up to her as an amazing sister, mom, educator, and counselor. Cindy is an educator, consultant, and mediator. You should definitely check out her website, www.mindarchaeology.org if you ever need any of her services. She has over three decades of experience guiding students and families through the college admissions process, and she’s a licensed professional and educational consultant.

Now, let’s dive into the topic of censorship.

The censorship I’ve experienced is not just frustrating—it’s heartbreaking and infuriating. My and other folk’s posts, which aim to raise awareness about vaccine injuries and advocate for those affected, are often flagged or removed. It’s not just about losing followers or engagement; it’s about the silencing of important voices and stories that need to be heard. Each time a post is taken down, it feels like a punch to the gut, a reminder that our struggles are being dismissed and ignored.

I’ve noticed that certain keywords or topics seem to trigger automatic bans or shadow bans, making it incredibly difficult to share genuine, impactful content. This isn’t just an inconvenience—it’s a barrier to advocacy and change. It’s a deliberate attempt to stifle the truth and keep us from connecting with others who need to know they’re not alone. The anger I feel is not just for myself, but for every person who has been silenced and made to feel invisible. This fight is about more than just social media; it’s about justice, recognition, and the right to be heard.

Let us not forget the vaccine-injured individuals who took their own lives because they could not reach us advocates. Several messaged us, only to have Facebook or other platforms keep those messages from reaching our community of advocates. This prevented them from getting the help they so desperately needed. In the end, they took their own lives because they thought they were being ignored, which was not the case. The censorship didn’t just silence us—it cost lives. This is why our advocacy is so crucial, and why we must continue to fight against these barriers.

The Ancient Censor: The Original Party Pooper

Censorship has been around since ancient Rome, where the censor’s job was to regulate morals and maintain public order. Picture a toga-clad party pooper, going around telling people to stop having fun because it’s “not appropriate.” Talk about a buzzkill!

Fear and Control: The Real Party Trick

Why do censors do what they do? They’re like the person who takes over the playlist at a party because they can’t stand anyone else having a good time. Information is power, and those who control it can shape how everyone else sees the world. When people start sharing inconvenient truths, it threatens the established order and makes the censors break out in a cold sweat.

Censorship is often used as a tool to control others for several reasons. But no matter the excuse that some give, censoring a group of people or take it, the entire world will always backfire. What are some of the excuses used to censor others? Here are just a few?

1. Political Power: Governments or political leaders may censor information to maintain their authority and prevent dissent. By controlling the flow of information, they can suppress opposing viewpoints and keep the public from learning about potential issues or alternatives.

2. Moral and Social Norms: Some groups use censorship to enforce their moral or social values on others. This can include restricting content they find offensive or harmful, such as hate speech or explicit material, to protect societal norms and values.

3. Security Concerns: During times of conflict or war, censorship can be used to protect sensitive information. For example, military censorship prevents the enemy from gaining strategic advantages by controlling what information is released.

4. Religious Beliefs: Dominant religious groups may censor content that contradicts their beliefs to maintain religious authority and prevent the spread of other ideologies.

5. Reducing Conflict: Some argue that censorship can reduce societal conflict by limiting the spread of inflammatory or divisive content. Can this help maintain public order and prevent violence they ask?

While censorship may (and I say that so lightly……) may be justified for protecting individuals or maintaining order, it can also be misused to suppress freedom of expression and control populations. It’s a complex issue with significant implications for society.

Misinformation: The Unwanted Party Favor

Then there’s misinformation, the unwanted party favor that no one asked for but somehow everyone ends up with. The term dates back to the 1580s, but it’s become a hot topic in the age of social media. It’s like that one rumor at a party that spreads like wildfire, even though it’s completely false. The term “misinformation” dates back to the 1580s. Initially, it referred to the "action of misinforming"¹. By the 1660s, it evolved to mean "wrong or false information"¹. The word combines the prefix “mis-” (meaning “bad” or “wrong”) with "information"¹.

It’s fascinating how the concept of misinformation has been around for centuries, evolving with the times. It has played a significant role throughout history and continues to be a contentious issue today.

I guess we will have to wait to see on part II what that plays in history…

Check out part II of this substack….

This is one of those copy and paste things I warned you about. Mushy brain tonight, so NO fussin!

Chief Nerd aka @TheChiefNerd

This might shake the world. The #1 chart used to promote the COVID vaccine is this one. It leads you to believe ‘Unvaccinated’ people are more likely to die from COVID-19. This is VERY misleading though, and not for the reasons you might think. Read on…

2. If you drill down into the CDC data from the link under the chart, the CDC defines an ‘Unvaccinated’ person as someone who “has not been verified to have received [a] COVID-19 vaccine.” Essentially if a person’s vaccination status is UNKNOWN they are labeled as ‘Unvaccinated’ in the chart. How could that be? Read on… https://ourworldindata.org/grapher/united-states-rates-of-covid-19-deaths-by-vaccination-status… https://data.cdc.gov/Public-Health-Surveillance/Rates-of-COVID-19-Cases-or-Deaths-by-Age-Group-and/d6p8-wqjm/about_data…

3. In March 2021, the world’s largest engineering publication IEEE called out the interoperability problems between electronic health record (EHR) systems. Why does this matter? Read on… “If you get the shot at a local hospital that is affiliated with your doctor, the vaccination information might show up in your electronic health record (EHR). However, if it doesn’t, or you get the shot through a pharmacy like CVS, your vaccination information may end up stranded on the little paper CDC vaccination card you receive with your shot. The onus will be on you to give your doctor your vaccination information, which will have to be manually (hopefully without error) entered into your EHR. As a result, the information public officials need to determine who has been vaccinated…is less accurate and timely than it needs to be.” https://spectrum.ieee.org/amp/ehr-pandemic-promises-not-kept-2652903759…

4. In April 2023, a peer-reviewed study was published which looked at this very concern to determine how it impacted the accuracy of reported vaccination statuses. Interestingly the study “discovered that because the interface between the IIS and the EHR required a manual query to pull the information into the EHR, it was difficult to identify unvaccinated patients.” How could that be? Read on… https://ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC10101684/… https://academic.oup.com/jamiaopen/article/6/2/ooad026/7117831…

5. The study says that in one of the most widely used EHR systems, Epic, there are four options for healthcare systems to classify someone’s vaccination status. ‘Unvaccinated’ is not one of them and “there is not an option to change the status to unvaccinated.”: - Fully Vaccinated - Partially Vaccinated - Postponed - UNKNOWN

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Yep, you read that right! You’re probably thinking, “Is she actually awake? I can’t believe it.” Trust me, I can’t either…

I posted consistently on social media, not for vaccine injury or advocacy work, but sharing my photography. Ah, the golden days of my life, filled with capturing moments, spending time with family, & living life to the fullest. Now, my days are dedicated to advocating for our vaccine-injured community, sharing our struggles, & finding resources to help not just myself but thousands of others & trying to save my life.

Honestly, I had no clue what to write in my first post. I wanted to come up with something profound & interesting.

But let’s be real, that’s just not me. So, here I am, saying Hi. I’m here now & hoping to help others on this platform without being censored daily like I am on Facebook, TikTok, Instagram, YouTube, Nextdoor, and LinkedIn. I’m banned from LinkedIn & Nextdoor. How does one get banned? Sharing the truth re vaccine injury. I could write 20 articles on censorship alone & I probably will. Well, maybe not 20, but a few. There might be a lot of copying & pasting because sometimes my brain just doesn’t cooperate. I might not be consistent because my brain now controls what I do. It has me in a tight grip, & I’m at its beck and call.

So, let me introduce myself & get that out of the way. Hey there. I’m Cat Parker. “Waves sleepily”. I was your average 52-year-old single mom. Ok I can’t say average, because there is only one me. Ask my family about that & they will agree. I have two AMAZING children, Brandon (25) and Bailey (21). They ARE the light of my life. Nothing compares to my kids &I love them with all my heart & soul. I’m very close to both of them, especially my daughter Bailey. She is a mini me for sure.

I’m originally from Georgia. Deep south, southern roots. I owe who I am today to those roots & my grandmother. She was one strong woman. I am a former law enforcement officer with over 15 years on & off. There are days I miss being a police officer because I loved helping those in need & putting away the bad guys. And yes, there were plenty of bad people I worked with. That is another day’s post too.

Until 2021, I was a project manager for a construction company. I also own my own photography company as a Freelance Photographer/Photojournalist & Graphic Artist. I love photographing concerts! You would find me at a rock concert any day of the week. I even had some amazing opportunities come up. My photograph in Guitar Magazine, on George Lynch’s solo album, marketing for Morley Pedals & Two Notes. I also photograph landscapes as well.

Well… until that all changed.

2021 - What a really sucky year!

04/2021 - J&J Covid Vaccine

11/2021 - Pfizer Booster

Well, do I really have to write anymore? Yall have a good night…

You already know what the rest consists of, I’m sure. I guess I should share. My brain is awake right at this moment, so I better get to it.

My entire life fell apart. In a nutshell, I lost everything. And I mean everything. Health, Job, Finances, Business, Love…

I began getting sick about a month after the J&J shot. I went to the doctor and of course I was told “It’s your menopause.” What the hell? This is no menopause I know of. I had been in menopause for 10 years or more because of a hysterectomy. I already knew what menopause was. This was NOT that.

Then I was told I was anemic, pumping me with two huge iron infusions. I could have set off a metal detector. Of course it did NOTHING.

I wound up having a Sleep Study due to chronic insomnia & fatigue. Now, we do not know the culprit is covid shot yet. Well, I did not know. They did not know. Hell no one knew. The sleep neurologist completes a sleep study. Yep, you have insomnia. Shaking my head, do you think so?

Now I must give it to Dr. Damergis. He is pretty damn cool. Not only do we share a love of rock music & the same bands, but he was willing to figure out the cause of it & dig deep.

I would see him again in January 2022. So, time goes on. I get laid off from that job & get another one. They require the booster to travel. If you want this job, you must take it. Huh… I thought J&J was a one & doner? Against my better judgement, I received the Pfizer booster in November 2021 to be able to take this job. I did ask my doctor if it was safe to get & he said Pfizer was the safest to pair nice with the J&J shot. Like it was a damn fine wine.

A couple months later they laid a bunch of us off. Assholes…. Here we go again trying to find another job during the pandemic. So, two weeks after the Pfizer booster, my hair started falling out. My GP thinks it is stress. Well yeah, but I have been stressed all my life, my hair has never fallen out. I am a mom, I know stress.

I got another job, thinking this has to be it. Things are good, money is starting to come in again. As a single mom, you are it, no one else. I started feeling more exhausted. I start falling asleep often, at my desk & driving. What the hell? There was not enough Starbucks in the world to cure that.

My face is breaking out like a teenager. I am sicker than normal & can’t focus to save my life. Does this have something to do with the covid shot I took? I started questioning what was going on as NOT just normal abnormal exhaustion, menopause or anything else in that realm. This goes on for a couple of months & gets progressively worse. I have more tests, bloodwork, sleep study.

The Neurologist finally determined that I was having adverse reactions to the covid shots & vax injured. He diagnoses me with Narcolepsy, Idiopathic CNS Hypersomnia, Sleep Apnea & Pathologic hypersomnia. He gave me my official vaccine injury diagnoses in writing. I am glad I went to him in the beginning because he could categorically say with NO doubt that the covid shot caused the injuries.

Jesus…. What have I done? It begins to interfere with my work, my social life, my health of course, & my relationship. My boss asks if I am ok, & I tell him I don’t think so. I explained what was going on & how the covid shot had caused the side effects (get this, it was just the beginning). Well, he had other plans for me. Instead of giving me accommodations under the ADA, he… yep, you guessed it, fires me. directly says to me, “I am firing you because you are too sick to work.”

Well, here we fucking go again. That was the last job I held, & I have not been able to work since. I applied for SSDI & was categorized as officially disabled. I began receiving SSDI, which I will tell you does NOT take care of the bills. I would rather be working. I would rather have my company flourishing & traveling as I was before all of this. I will never be able to work again, not in my condition. I had no idea how bad it would really get health wise & financially. But the powers that be had other things planned for me.

So adverse reactions you are wondering about?

Well hold on to your britches. It is a doozy for sure. How one person could have this much gone on in their body and still be standing, amazes me. Well, we will get to that in the next post…. Just to give you a peak into my daily life as vaccine injured. All which are documented in my medical charts, for those folks that are already asking.

Here’s the rundown of my daily adventures w/ the other side effects showing up randomly:

• Chronic pain in full body: My hands swell up like balloons every day for several hours. It’s like a party trick, but without the fun.

• Pain/Trouble peeing: Because why not add some bathroom drama to the mix?

• Body tension/micro tremors: My body is so tense it could double as a statue.

• Breathing/swallowing issues: Struggling to breathe when sleeping & struggling to swallow.

• Skin rash: Because my skin decided it wanted to join the party.

• Ear rashes/infections: My ears wanted in on the action too.

• Chronic Anal Bleeding: Because why not?

• Depression/Anxiety/PTSD: The mental health trifecta.

• Pain tongue, jaw, face, neck, shoulder: Radiates down. My face decided to join the fun.

• Teeth cracking/rotting out: Because my smile needed a makeover.

• Chronic Tremors/Shaking: My body thinks it’s auditioning for a dance competition.

• Chronic imbalance: Gravity and I have a complicated relationship.

• Chronic Exhaustion/Fatigue: My energy levels are on a permanent vacation.

• Memory loss/concentration: My brain has decided to play hide & seek with my thoughts.

• Hair Loss: My hair decided to take an early retirement.

• Chronic Red/Glazed Over eyes: My eyes are constantly in “zombie mode.”

• Chronic Migraines: My head loves to throw a party, but I’m not invited.

• Chronic Temperature Intolerance: My body can’t decide if it’s in the Arctic or the Sahara.

• Hands/Feet always cold: My extremities are perpetually auditioning for a role in “Frozen.”

• Heart Palpitations: My heart likes to practice its drum solo at random times.

• Chronic Nausea: My stomach thinks it’s on a rollercoaster.

• Chronic Brain Fog: My brain is stuck in a perpetual cloud.

• Stuttering: My words like to play hopscotch.

• Seems like body is in slow motion: My body thinks it’s in a slow-motion movie scene.

• I feel like my body is dying: My body is auditioning for a dramatic role.

• Personality has changed: No longer the lighthearted and outgoing person. My personality took a detour.

There you have it, in a nutshell. My adverse reactions to the J&J & Pfizer shots.

I think I’ve taken up enough of your time with this introduction. I appreciate you taking a moment to read my new Substack. I hope I can shed some light on vaccine injury, advocacy, & what we’re working on to help each other. Maybe kick some ass along the way. I hope to connect with many of you & build a supportive community here. Let’s navigate this journey together. 💜

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