No matter what social media you are on, there is someone trying to outdo you or post more or hit that 100% mark, to reach that high level to go viral.

The desire to go viral is one of the most modern human impulses — a mix of ambition, validation, creativity, and a little bit of chaos. It’s not shallow; it’s psychological, cultural, and deeply tied to how people build identity in public spaces today.

Those who go viral or those who have a large following tend to be seen all over social media.

Facebook

TikTok

Instagram

It’s like they have their fingers into every little corner of the internet.

People who go viral aren’t just “lucky.” They’re cultural lightning rods — individuals who accidentally or intentionally tap into something the internet is already hungry for. When someone goes viral, they become a temporary mirror for millions of strangers. That’s why it feels so intense, so fast, and so strangely personal.

Of course, people like me or your average Joe won’t go viral and the majority of people are not influencers, they have jobs and/or real income.

Around 18% of Americans consider themselves digital content creators, and roughly 10% of U.S. internet‑dependent workers are full‑time influencers or creators. Globally, influencers make up a small but rapidly growing share of social media users — with countries like Brazil and the U.S. each hosting over 3.7 million Instagram influencers.

As the internet develops and AI starts to grow overnight, and social influencers are becoming more popular, the desire for that clout and viralness goes up.

Viralness and the internet is really the story of how human attention got weaponized, accelerated, and democratized. It’s not just a digital phenomenon — it’s a cultural shift in how ideas spread, how identity forms, and how people understand their own significance.

Overall, being popular on the internet has become saturated and more and more people are searching for their 5 minutes of fame.

I won’t pretend to know what Linsday Clancy is going through.

Cameras in her face, court and people’s comments on the internet.

Soon, the jury will decide her fate. The rest of her life.

I have a feeling this court case will be turned into a Netflix drama or a Hulu special.

Stay tuned for that.

Anyways, guilty or not depends on woman and men making the final cal.

I have a feeling she would be found not guilty.

The Lindsay Clancy Trial — A Case That Forces Us to Look Closer

A Family Shattered

On January 24, 2023, Lindsay Clancy—a 32‑year‑old labor and delivery nurse—was accused of killing her three children, Cora (5), Dawson (3), and Callan (8 months), before attempting suicide. The tragedy stunned the Duxbury community and quickly drew national attention.

From the beginning, the case has been defined by two competing narratives: one of intentional violence, and one of a mother consumed by postpartum psychosis.

The Prosecution’s Case: Intent and Awareness

Prosecutors argue that Clancy acted with planning and purpose. They point to:

• deliberate actions taken on the day of the killings

• her medical training, suggesting she understood her mental state

• evidence that she knew right from wrong

Their position is clear: postpartum depression may explain her emotional state, but it does not excuse murder.

The Defense’s Case: A Mind in Collapse

The defense paints a very different picture—one of a woman spiraling into postpartum psychosis, a rare but severe mental illness that can distort reality, induce delusions, and impair judgment.

They argue:

• Clancy was overmedicated with multiple psychiatric prescriptions

• her mental health had deteriorated rapidly

• she was not criminally responsible because she was not in control of her actions

This argument has resonated with many mothers who see their own postpartum struggles reflected in Clancy’s story.

Understanding Postpartum Psychosis

What It Is

Postpartum psychosis affects roughly 1 to 2 out of every 1,000 births. Unlike postpartum depression, it can cause a complete break from reality.

Symptoms often include:

• delusions

• hallucinations

• extreme confusion

• rapid mood swings

• agitation

• impaired judgment

Why It Happens

Research points to:

• sudden hormonal shifts

• sleep deprivation

• genetic predisposition

• medication interactions

• underlying bipolar-spectrum disorders

Why It’s Hard to Recognize

Postpartum psychosis can masquerade as exhaustion or anxiety. Families often miss the warning signs until the illness becomes acute.

The Legal Challenge

This disorder sits at the intersection of medicine and morality. A mother may appear outwardly functional while internally experiencing delusions that feel real. That’s why postpartum psychosis is central to the Clancy trial: the jury must decide whether her actions were driven by intent or by a mind in crisis.

When Mental Illness Becomes Personal: My Own Brush With Psychosis

As I followed the Lindsay Clancy trial, I couldn’t help but feel a deep, unsettling familiarity with the symptoms described in court. Not because I condone or excuse violence—nothing can justify the loss of innocent children—but because I know what it feels like when your mind breaks away from reality.

In September 2022, months after giving birth, I experienced a sudden and terrifying collapse in my mental health. As I wrote at the time:

“I was delusional and lost track with reality. I had been hearing voices and seeing things.”

I wasn’t sleeping. I believed I was receiving messages from God, the devil, and even the television. I wrote:

“I thought there was going to be a battle between good and evil.”

I performed exorcisms in my home. I poured water over my hands because I believed it was holy. I unplugged appliances for reasons that made sense only inside the delusion. I even stopped feeding my baby properly—something I now recognize as one of the most alarming signs that I was losing touch with reality.

By the time my husband called the police, I was giving officers a false name, running from them, and writing religious phrases on the driveway. I was placed under emergency protective custody and hospitalized for nearly a week. Only after medication and rest did my mind begin to return.

I was first diagnosed with postpartum psychosis, and later with schizoaffective disorder, bipolar type. With treatment, therapy, and the support of my husband, I recovered and have lived safely and successfully since.

I share this not to compare my experience to Clancy’s actions, but to highlight something crucial: psychosis can happen to anyone, even someone with a degree in behavioral science, even someone who has worked with people experiencing mental illness.

Inside the Courtroom: A Battle of Experts

The trial has featured more than 85 witnesses and over 200 pieces of evidence. Psychiatric experts have disagreed sharply on whether Clancy’s symptoms meet the threshold for psychosis. Jurors have listened to hours of testimony about medication interactions, mental‑health protocols, and postpartum disorders.

It’s a case where science, emotion, and law collide—and none of them offer easy answers.

The Jury’s Challenge

The jury continues to deliberate. Their options include:

• first‑degree murder

• second‑degree murder

• manslaughter

• not guilty by reason of insanity

Each verdict carries profound implications—not only for Clancy, but for how society understands maternal mental health.

Conclusion: Why Stories Like These Must Change How We See Mental Illness

The Lindsay Clancy trial is not just a legal proceeding — it’s a reflection of how fragile the human mind can become, how quickly a family can be pulled into crisis, and how unprepared our systems still are to recognize and respond to severe mental illness.

My own psychotic episode taught me how terrifying it is to lose your sense of what is real, how impossible it is to “think your way out,” and how desperately people in that state need intervention, not judgment. It showed me that mental illness does not discriminate — it can reach anyone.

That is why this case matters. Not because it excuses harm, and not because it simplifies responsibility, but because it forces us to confront the gaps in how we understand postpartum mental health. It challenges us to ask harder questions about early warning signs, access to care, medication oversight, family support, and the stigma that keeps so many mothers silent until they are in crisis.

Whatever verdict the jury reaches, the conversation cannot end here. We owe it to families, to mothers, to children, and to anyone who has ever felt their mind slipping away to build a world where psychosis is recognized early, treated urgently, and spoken about honestly.

Author’s Note

This blog was written from both research and lived experience. In 2022, months after giving birth, I went through my own psychotic episode — one that left me delusional, terrified, and completely disconnected from reality. It took hospitalization, medication, and the support of my husband and medical team for me to return to myself.

My experience is not the same as the one described in this trial, and it does not excuse harm or simplify responsibility. But it does give me a deeper understanding of how quickly psychosis can take hold, how real it feels from the inside, and how urgently mothers in crisis need recognition and intervention.

I share my perspective because conversations about postpartum mental health are often incomplete without the voices of people who have lived through it. My hope is that this piece encourages empathy, reduces stigma, and helps readers understand why early intervention, compassionate care, and honest dialogue are essential.

It started quietly—or maybe I just wasn't paying attention yet. The voices came first. Not loud, not commanding at the start, just present, like someone had left a radio on in another room and I couldn't find the switch to turn it off. Then I started seeing things. Shapes at the edges of rooms. Movement where there shouldn't have been any.

I began writing it all down. A journal, though calling it that feels too tidy a word for what it actually was—page after page of what I called my "visions," written in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep, when I couldn't stop trying to make sense of what was happening to me. I thought if I could just document it carefully enough, categorize it, I could figure out the pattern. I thought understanding was the same thing as control.

I reached out to a priest, a local one, because I didn't know where else to take what was happening to me. It didn't feel like something a doctor would understand, not yet, not the way I was experiencing it. It felt spiritual. It felt like something with weight and intention behind it, something that needed a different kind of intervention than the kind you get from medicine. So we talked. He listened. I don't know what he thought was really happening to me, but I know he took me seriously, and at the time, that mattered more than almost anything.

The nights were the worst. I'd lie there, exhausted, and instead of sleeping I'd be talking—arguing, really—with the voices in my head. Trying to reason with them. Trying to figure out what they wanted, why they were there, what it meant that they'd chosen me to speak to. I look back now and I can still feel how real it was. Not "felt real"—was real, to me, in every way that matters when you're standing inside an experience instead of looking at it from the outside.

I performed exorcisms in my own home. I don't say that lightly, and I don't say it now for effect—I say it because it's true, and because leaving it out would be its own kind of lie. I used holy water around the house, in rooms, on doorways, because some part of me believed I was fighting something, and I didn't know what else to fight it with.

One night I heard the washing machine running in the basement. Clear as anything. The hum, the rhythm of it, the specific sound our machine made when it hit the spin cycle. I stood at the top of the stairs and listened to it for a long time.

The washing machine wasn't on.

I didn't know, then, that my experience was one version of something with a name, something other people had lived through, something that would eventually become part of a much larger and more public conversation—one that would play out, months later, in a courtroom, in the story that became known as the Clancy trial. Later, when I followed that story, I felt something more complicated than recognition. I watched how easily the public conversation flattened into headlines and outcomes, how postpartum psychosis got talked about as if it were shorthand for ordinary sadness, or bad parenting, or some deliberate evil—when what I knew, from the inside, was that it is a medical emergency, a genuine break from reality, something that arrives without asking permission and doesn't announce itself as illness while it's happening. I kept thinking about all the warning signs that get lost once a story becomes about its ending instead of everything that led there. I want to be honest that my experience and hers were not the same, that the differences matter and I won't pretend otherwise—but recognizing those differences never once erased my compassion, or the ache of understanding, at least partly, what it feels like when your own mind stops being a place you can trust. All I knew, in September of 2022, was that I was standing at the top of the stairs, listening to a machine that wasn't running, trying to understand what was happening to my mind.

That understanding would come later. This is where it started.

Now, when I think back on those voices, I understand them differently. At the time, they had weight and presence—they argued with me, they asked things of me, they felt as real as any conversation I've ever had with another person. I didn't experience them as symptoms. I experienced them as facts of my world, the same way I experienced the floor beneath my feet or the light coming through the windows. That's the part I don't think people understand unless they've lived it: the illness doesn't announce itself as illness. It simply becomes the new shape of reality, and you move through it accordingly, doing what seems reasonable inside a world that has quietly rearranged itself without your permission.

The visions were the same. I didn't see them as delusions while they were happening—I saw them as things I needed to write down, to understand, to respond to. My journal wasn't the record of a mind unraveling; it was, to me, a record of something important I was witnessing. Looking at it now, I can see it as both things at once—evidence of how far from reality I had drifted, and also proof of how hard I was working, in my own way, to hold on to some kind of order.

I understand the sleeplessness differently too. At the time, I thought I wasn't sleeping because there was too much to figure out, too many voices to answer, too much happening that required my attention. Now I understand it the other way around: the lack of sleep wasn't a side effect of what was happening to my mind, it was feeding it. Each night I didn't rest, the line between what was real and what wasn't grew thinner, until eventually there wasn't much of a line left at all. Sleep deprivation and psychosis fed each other in a loop I had no way of recognizing while I was inside it.

And the spiritual explanations—I hold those with more tenderness now than I expected to. I don't think it was foolish of me to reach for a priest, for holy water, for the language of exorcism. When your own mind stops being a trustworthy place, you reach for whatever framework might explain it, and for me, faith was the only language large enough to hold what was happening. I don't believe that seeking a spiritual explanation was the failure. The failure, if there was one, was that nothing in that framework could touch what was actually a medical emergency happening in my brain. Holy water couldn't quiet the voices. Prayer couldn't return me to my body, or make the washing machine actually run in the basement. I don't say that to dismiss the priest, or the faith, or the part of me that needed it—only to recognize, now, that what I was living through required a different kind of intervention than the one I was seeking.

This is, I think, part of what troubled me most in following the Clancy trial. So much of the public conversation seemed to want a single explanation—faith, evil, negligence, malice—when what I lived through resisted all of those categories. My delusions borrowed the language of faith because that was the language I had, but the illness underneath wasn't spiritual. It was medical. It was my brain, not my soul, that had lost its grip on reality. I don't know if the distinction always got made, in the coverage I read, between what a person believes while they are psychotic and what psychosis actually is. I only know that I lived inside that distinction, blurred as it was, and I'm still learning how to describe it accurately, even to myself.

I wish I could say that understanding all of this now means I've fully made peace with it, that recovery arrived like a door closing behind me. It hasn't, not exactly. I still find myself returning to that staircase, to the sound of a machine that wasn't running, trying to understand what was happening to my mind. Some days I understand it better than others. Some days I only understand that I survived it, and that the understanding itself is still being built, one reflection at a time.

I am not very happy to be writing this Substack, because three kids died because of what Linsday Clancy did.

But before I start with my Substack, I want to point out that a lot of people don’t understand what happened or they have pre conceded ideas.

If you want more info or if you don’t have any idea of what I am talking about then click on the link below or do your own search.

Lindsay Clancy and her case

As some of you know about four years ago, I experienced Post partum psychosis. I was diagnosed with post-partum anxiety first.

I went off the deep end and had a lot of issues with sleep, hallucinations and delusions. I was very confused and did not know what was going on. I was in danger and so was my family.

Now back to Linsday Clancy, she killed her three kids and then jumped out of a window. She had superficial cut marks on her arms as well. She is now paralyzed now. She goes to court in a wheelchair.

When I first heard of this case, I was surprised that someone else had gone through what I had gone through. Except in the Clancy case children died and my family remained healthy and fine during my episode.

Lindsay Clancy went through what happened to me. It’s so rare I was surprised to hear about it. I haven’t read a lot in the case, but from what I have heard she was on the struggle bus, and she was turned away from the 988 hotline. She was in a fog, and she kept a diary which was used in court.

I also kept a diary but mine was never used for anything.

I was also in a horrible fog and yet I was able to function. I remember being in a fog one morning and not knowing what I was doing. I was holding a baby doll in my arms (I was trying to pick up toys) .

I know a lot of people on Facebook and the internet are saying things about the case like:

How could she have killed her own kids? and she is guilty!

I understand, well I think, I understand what she was thinking and feeling.

Having three innocent kids die while she was so sick is not surprising.

I won’t go into detail on mine but having someone die while going through postpartum psychosis is not out of the realm of things to happen.

She was also on a lot of medication, and I believe she only saw her doctor on facetime.

The perfect storm.

plus, she wasn’t sleeping.

In one of her diaries, she wrote something along the lines of she wished she would die because she was having her youngest cry it out. Which is not good for anyone with mental health issues to do.

Where was the husband in all of this? (they are now divorced) Not for sure, you can always search that.

Some say the husband was guilty of killing the kids. But that’s just internet chatter.

I find her not guilty and she should remain on meds and see her therapist. She has been through a lot.

As for me, I could have easily been on trial like Linsday Clancy, the mind is a dark place, and things get twisted when hormones and meds are taken. I was also on meds that weren’t helping me at all.

Overall, the case is sad. But people need to understand mental health. Children died but maybe this case will bring more attention to Postpartum anxiety and Postpartum psychosis.

Thanks for reading.

Maybe you have heard about these things. Flock cameras.

Flock cameras are surveillance devices developed by Flock Safety, a U.S.-based public safety technology company. They are primarily automated license plate readers (ALPRs) that capture images of vehicles passing through a specific location, such as roads, intersections, neighborhood entrances, and parking lots. Unlike traditional traffic cameras, Flock cameras focus on vehicle identification rather than traffic enforcement, recording license plate numbers, vehicle make, model, color, and distinguishing features like bumper stickers, roof racks, or dents.

You may have a strong opinion or no opinion about flock cameras.

Regardless of your opinion these cameras have been popping up all over the United States.

I have heard that some of the flock cameras have been used and abused by police or have been tracking non dangerous people.

I think there is a way to check and see if your car has been flocked by the camera.

https://www.msn.com/en-gb/news/other/how-to-check-if-your-car-has-been-searched-by-flock-cameras/ar-AA2aeLJa?ocid=BingNewsSerp

As for my town there is some flock cameras around and I was surprised by that.

Who ordered these cameras and who allowed for them to be installed?

It wasn’t really a well-advertised event, if it was supposed to be public.

Overall, flock cameras can be beneficial, if used correctly.

You can search the internet and see more articles about Flock cameras. There is lots of info on them.

The government already knows and continues to follow us rather we like it or not.

I don’t think a Flock camera will make a difference in that department.

But give it 5 to 10 years and I think we will see a big increase in these things going up and hopefully see more bad guys get caught.

The government is always finding new ways to spy on us and gather information. Flock cameras are just another tool in the toolbox.

so, I am back on Medium.com for now. I had to change my email address in order to obtain my account.

Alot has changed on Medium since I was last on there.

New features have come up, and I can’t tell if I like it or not.

Medium.com is a blogging platform.

It’s like Substack but different.

But I can’t share my more controversial blogs there.

Don’t worry, I will still be here on Substack.

Just wanted to share my news and keep you guys in the loop.

Happy reading.

well, I wasn’t going to do a blog post about this because it was too depressing. However, I decided to do something rather than nothing.

First off, I lost my job back on Saint Patrick’s Day (I won’t go into details here I will save you the bore and the gory details)

Anyways

I was out of town for about 20 days so that really put a bend or an obstacle in my job-hunting journey.

Once I came back, I hit the ground running and looked for jobs far and wide. I had interviews and had some nos. By now I am very comfortable with interviews. and very comfortable with being told no.

As of recently I have had interviews and am waiting to hear back from companies/ agencies or I have interviews scheduled.

The waiting game is the worst part

Weekends suck because that just makes the waiting game harder.

I have a handful of jobs that could be a green light and some maybe a yellow light.

It just depends on if we can come to an agreement.

I wait for a call, texts or even emails most of the time.

Right now, I feel the best so far about my situation. Looking forward to Monday and waiting to hear back from some of these places.

You're probably wondering how I survived off of nothing for so long.

I won’t go into detail, but I had a stash that I used from a previous job that has helped a lot. Without that stash I would have been up the creek.

As I hope I come to the end of my job search, I feel pretty good and confident about everything.

Yes, I have learned some things along the way, as to how I ended up in this situation in the first place.

Happy reading

It’s that time of the year when the gay community get to celebrate their identity and who/ what they identify as.

Of course, I don’t agree with this whole movement as does some other Americans.

If you don’t agree with the movement, you get called homophobic or some other name. I have been called homophobic so far this month. I doesn’t bother me since I have the right not to believe in the whole gay and LGBTQ+ movement.

I think it upsets me more that society jumps on the bandwagon to please the community (and make money off of it) and of course they normalize the behavior.

That’s the main problem

Since society sees the community as fun, liberating and gender affirming like. People just blindly follow the crowd and don’t think anything of it. They don’t question anything.

So, when June rolls around I just roll my eyes.

I am not going to approve of people who act on and do things which are sinful and not appropriate. From what they wear to what they say. And how they act in front of children.

The movement has become more popular which sickens me. Having children and young people involved is more concerning. Read my blog below.

It all started with letting them have their “rights”. And now it has exploded into pride month and having pride events, etc.

Does it hurt anyone?

Probably not

but it hurts society and the left use it as a tool for their political movement.

Plus, gender Dysphoria is a condition characterized by feelings of deep unhappiness, discontentment, and disconnect from one’s identity or reality. It can manifest in various forms, such as emotional dysphoria or gender dysphoria, and may lead to significant distress in daily life

This disorder is in the DSM-5. It’s an illness and now society has made it into something more and have made it more mainstream.

This culture is ruining our country and our states.

It went to let us be gay to let us bring kids to drag shows and have special events for pride month.

No matter how you dice it, the movement looks shiny and innocent.

But your soul is at risk and so is your country.

I know where I stand on this, where do you?

You probably want to know what “it” is.

Being gay and acting on the urges and living the lifestyle that a gay person would.

There is also the genocide of abortion but that’s a topic for another day, and another sin for a different day.

Being gay is wrong when you act on those urges and live the gay lifestyle.

You can be gay and not act on your urges.

That would be a good spot for your soul. It would be your cross to carry. Most gay people just act on their urges, and they don’t think about the outcomes.

Acting on the urges put your soul at risks.

Of course I have my own sins, so I am not perfect. However, being gay isn’t one.

You can live as a gay person and have urges but not act on them.

As I stated above the gay community has affected our world in a negative way.

From schools, stores, business, and even in our military.

Below is a link to another story I wrote about the gay community.

Society has pushed the whole gay thing on people.

There is even a whole month that the community use to celebrate their sin. They don’t even try to hide it.

Sin has become more normalized in this country and the world.

Just imagine a medium sized bowl and putting water into the bowl and then the bowl can’t hold all the water so the water overflows.

Overflowing and flowing into society.

Children are exposed to this, and they become even more confused.

Children don’t understand themselves, let alone what sex they want to be.

If you want to ruin a child’s life by forcing them to become gay or to make them, think they are gay. Then you're the problem.

As for adults, the gay community becomes alive during June, or pride month.

Corporations and business hop on the pride month boat and scream at you if you don’t follow suite.

There is a bookstore in my town that is already advertising for pride month.

Pride month is a sinful month, and it is disgusting to say the lease.

Celebrating sodomy and other sickening acts should not be seen as a positive.

Overall, I don’t hate gay people I just try to avoid anything that they do and anything with their lifestyle.

It’s just like I don’t support criminals or drug dealers. Both are seen as bad in society.

See what I am getting at?

As for now I have written other blogs about the gay community. Check them out below.

Your only gay

The weeds always come back. I was just out in my garden today and I was faced with the dreaded weed. It’s a vine and it is typically found all over our property.

I have had my garden for about five years. I am proud of it, and it has taken time and of course effort to keep it looking somewhat decent.

All I plant is flowers, no vegetables or anything like that.

I have another garden, but that garden is on the west side of our property, and I don’t weed those flowers. I just don’t care for them as much. Thankfully, there is not much for weeds just grass and that dang vine.

I thought about getting some more flowers at the flower store, but I decided not to.

I have always enjoyed planting flowers. I used to plant flowers in the flowerpots but then the flowers in the pots would die.

I don’t think I really had time to water them or I would forget to.

With three young kids my garden gets put on the back burner.

I am happy with how it looks right now.

With rain in the forecast, I hope that will help everything along.

Virus on the ship

I find it interesting that some of the people infected are being brought to Omaha Nebraska for treatment and to be quartined. When Covid 19 was going on people were also brought to Omaha to be treated and quartined.

I believe they were brought to a major hospital in Omaha.

Of course, this virus is not as bad as covid.

People have died from it, and it seem to be spread pretty easily.

The media is scared as always.

Thankfully it’s not 24/7 on the news like covid was.

I think it will blow over once everything calms down and people will forget about it.

Covid was 5 years ago, and people have already forgotten about that.

people tend to forget easily, give is five weeks and people are obsessing about something new.

From a virus to a pollical situation or a trend.

Overall, I think it would be crappy to be stuck on a cruise ship with a virus.

So far there is no cure and no shot for the virus.

Below are two other stories that I wrote about covid, so check them out.

Before covid

How covid 19 changed people

Thanks for reading, see you next time.

it’s been a long 30 days. drinking coffee on mostly hot days.

I have been unemployed for 30 days plus.

I have scoured and looked all over for jobs.

I have searched far and wide

Most of the jobs I can’t do or wouldn’t be good at.

I am looking for part time work, not full time.

It is so frustrating.

I get stuff done at home, but I don’t make any money doing that.

I run errands or do miscellaneous things.

I get stuff done that I don’t usually get done if I had a job.

I am currently waiting to hear back from one job. It just takes forever.

Trying to stay positive but it’s hard.

Having a job gave me purpose and helped me feel better overall.

I thought about doing light cleaning for older people but then there is of course logistics, and other things to have in order to that.

so, back to square one.

just hopelessly unemployed

The money in my account won’t last forever, to pay for daycare.

Being a stay-at-home mom is out of the question.

Just pass the coffee even though its summer.

Mother’s Day.

Every mother deserves to be treated like a queen and showered with gifts and gold.

Most moms deserve this and more.

So, make sure you do something for your mom, if she is still living.

Of course, there are some bad moms (the ones in jail or the ones who have their kids taken away) And maybe some that fell through the cracks or on crack, take your pick.

This will be my 5th Mother’s Day.

I don’t have anything planned but to hopefully get a good night’s rest and wake up and have my coffee. If my son sleeps through the night.

I know some moms have plans or have their loved one make plans, but I tend to keep my Mother’s Day pretty simple.

As long as I get to rest and enjoy the beautiful weather, I will be happy. Thankfully the weather will be decent on Sunday.

Moms do a lot!

They literally keep the world going around. Without woman the world would be in trouble.

They take care of the children and their spouse and more!

Men are equally important. But woman are the ones who bring life into the world. With the help of men :)

Some key moments I remember from my mother is when she would make lunches for my dad, make homemade Runza’s, put clothing on the clothesline, and making treats for us when we got home from school.

It seems pretty simple and non-relevant.

But it sure makes me relish in the memory.

I think all children have nice memories of their mom. Well, mostly. Not all children have good memories, and that’s too bad.

I hope you have a wonderful Mother’s Day. Mothers are the real MVPs.

Thank you for reading and hope to see you next time.

Abortion

If this topic bothers, you then you might want to sit this one out.

My content can be triggering.

As for it being a “woman’s choice” it’s the wrong choice. adoption is a loving option, and a lot of women are coursed into abortions by their lover or family member. Or they don’t understand what is going to happen.

If you have been living under a rock, then you might not know that the supreme court resorted access to the abortion pill.

Abortion pill in the mail supreme court

“The Supreme Court has temporarily restored access to the abortion pill mifepristone by mail, allowing women seeking abortions to obtain the pill without an in-person visit to a doctor. This decision comes after a federal appeals court had imposed new restrictions on the abortion pill, which had been in effect for several years. The Supreme Court’s order will remain in effect for another week while both sides respond and the court more fully considers the issue. The ruling has been a significant development in the ongoing legal battle over abortion access in the United States.”

If the left is so caring about woman, why do they let them die from the pill and abortions done in the clinic?

Of course, the left is celebrating and acting as if Cancer was just cured. I have seen comments on Facebook that people are going to be stocking up on it. It’s kind of ironic that the pill that they so desperately love could also kill woman.

For some reason planned parenthood blogs and articles have been coming on my newsfeed. Ben and Jerry ice cream also supports abortions, another ice cream to boycott. I have been seeing more and more pro-abortion things. It’s almost sickening. Facebook must be left leaning, no surprise there.

Whenever I engage with these pro death people (that’s what I like to call them) and mention that the heart starts to beat around 6 weeks they get mad. Or if I mention the rights for the girls and boys in the womb that makes them mad to. They usually reply back with an insult. Or if I mention the fetus has a brain. That really sends them.

In my opinion, the tradional abortion method is going out the window. The pill is easier and quicker and less waiting around to obtain and do. That sounds easy and painless, but the side effects of the pill are dangerous and the whole process is evil.

First, is the fetus in the right location?

Second, how far along is the woman?

Third, does she have any other medical issues that need to be addressed?

fourth, when was her last period?

Fifth, how many babies is she carrying?

sixth, when did she ovulate?

etc.…the list could go on.

Of course, the left call its “healthcare”

But how is it healthcare if the baby dies?

Doesn’t healthcare involve health and wellbeing?

During labor and delivery there are two patients. Why only one during the abortion? Make it make sense.

What about the females in the womb? Where are their rights? They have a heart and brain. They are tiny but grow every day.

Abortion is the most sickening thing that this nation can do. Yes, it is up to the states, but evil always finds a way to harm the innocent.

As for the babies conceived in rape and incest, that percentage is low. Plus, you can’t tell a rape baby from a baby conceived in love. There is no difference on an ultrasound.

I bet the left really hates ultrasounds. That proves life and can tell the mother a lot of information.

I am surprised the left haven’t tried to ban those as well.

If the left can’t handle life. They are pro death.

The pill will be the death of a lot of babies and unfortunately woman.

The fight isn’t over yet and the pro-life community have come along ways in 50 years.

With crisis pregnancy centers and basic knowledge about the science of pregnancy more women are seeing the truth.

Take your pick and choose your poison.

From abortions to embezzlement and corruption.

There are so many issues and problems it can be overwhelming.

Of course there is light in the world.

There are good people in this world and there is still hope. When the world seems to be too overwhelming, I like to take a breath and think of all the good people and the positivity around me.

I like to think to myself that those who are bad or do bad things, will eventually have to face the face of God and answer for what they have done.

Either karma will catch up with them or in the afterlife God will take care of it.

Lies, and deception is another thorn in the side of mankind.

It’s frustrating when the majority believe the lies and the truth is only believed by the minority.

Or when people are deceived and they don’t know any better.

Feeling overwhelmed yet?

Like I said above the truth will always come out.

Thank goodness for science and DNA evidence.

If your religious thank God for those who pray for the world and the people on it.

Sometimes praying is the biggest thing we can do.

Or just being honest true individual.

Anyways, I didn’t want to be the doom and gloom. I just wanted to express my feelings. Since the Supreme Court allowed the abortion pill to be in the mail and in stores, I felt helpless as a woman and sad for the babies that will die because of the abortion pill.

People will praise this move and glorify it to the heavens.

Abortion is just one example of sin in this world and negativity and murder as well.

I argue with people on Facebook that are prochoice, but the people I argue with don’t or won’t admit that a fetus or baby dies during the procedure or when the pill is taken.

All they know is “healthcare” .

They dont see the big picture and only see the beneifts for the woman.

sad really, I hope that the world gets better but I know God is just waiting to press the nuke button. I hope only the bad people would be affected.

I could go on and on, but I will keep this blog simple.

So, it started about 20 days ago or so. It took 20 days I should say. With my daughter being four now and a little bit mature and aware of her surroundings. It has helped a lot!

She is now potty trained and of course a few accidents but nothing to worry about.

She had been a superstar and going to the bathroom without prompts.

She still uses the little potty most of the time and will use the big potty at church.

I never knew this day would come!

It is super nice having one child in diapers. so exclusive and rewarding.

easy-peasy

We did try other methods before the sucess.

Potty watch, no clothing, only a pull up.

We were patient but it wasnt going good.

Thank goodness time was on our side.

She has really gotten big and independent in the past 20 days.

With the help from our daycare lady, sister-in-law and husband…everything came together.

Potty training is no joke and sure takes time and energy and patience.

My daughter will start preschool in the fall and by then she will be a pro at the whole potty-training thing.

I think we pushed it too hard in the start when she was three, she just wasn’t ready for it.

I am delighted that chapter is done for us until my son hits that milestone.

Is she a role model ?

Engaged

above are two other stories I wrote about Taylor swift

Are you a Swiftie? If so then stay, if you aren’t then you can stay as well if you want. Taylor is getting married in July and her fans are going nuts on the details.

How will her dress look?

Where will the wedding be held?

Where will the after party be?

who will be in the wedding party?

who will be going to the wedding?

Where will the honeymoon be?

There are more questions than answers.

Taylor swift has cute fashion sense, and I do like one or two of her songs, but I don’t freak out about her like some ladies do.

Part of me wants to know how long the marriage will last.

With her being so popular it would be so hard to have a private life.

I know her fiancé plays football, but that’s all I really know about him. He seems to have a temper. (he would get mad during games and yell at the coach) I think that is foresight into what he is really like.

Also, if people are freaking out about the wedding just wait until she has a baby. Her fans will really freak out then.

I do wish the couple the best and hope they have a happy life together.

I remember when Taylor first started off and she was poplar. Her first few songs were okay and of course I liked her then, that was back when I was in junior high and 6th grade.

Both of us have grown up and changed. Taylor is more famous than I will ever be.

Taylor's wedding

For more content click on the link above.

So, Let’s get comfortable.

I don’t want to brag or cause a ruckus.

But I have done quite well on Substack.

I have 136 followers.

I know there are more people out there with more followers than me.

However, I have over 400 blogs.

Now I want to go over the steps I took to get where I am at.

First- get topics to write about. Pick topics that you love, or you know a lot about.

Second- try to write every other day. You could write everyday but then you might scare off your audience.

Third- Save your stories in your drafts and hoard them until you're ready to publish them. So, when you want to add or change something you have them in your drafts ready to be edited.

Fourth- Be authentic. Your audience can smell fakeness a mile away.

Fifth- Be involved with your followers, reply to comments and be real with your audience. This is a big step that will help. Communicating with your audience makes them feel involved in the writing process.

Just because these steps worked for me doesn’t mean they will work for you.

However, you have to start somewhere and begin the process.

Happy writing and good luck with your Substack.

Fragile

The above links is another story I wrote about men.

Men are not toxic. Nothing about them is dangerous or bad. Men are built and made to be who they are. Besides the crappy few that do stupid stuff

True men lead and carry others

True men are strong

True men are gentle

I am not talking about the latte loving, Medi Pedi going to the mall kind of guy.

True men don’t color their head blue or red.

They are sharp and good looking and make great fathers and husbands.

Society has made men to be seen as lazy and not able to care for themselves. society has made men to look toxic and unable to lead.

The left wants less fathers and less men in the equation.

They want men to be feminism. They want men to carry purses and wear makeup and have high heels on their feet.

Less men make it easy for the left to destory communites becuase then their is less resistent. Men are supposed to be the front line for their families and for their communities .

The left has corrupted us to think that men are weak and uncapable of doing anything.

Thankfully, there are strong men out there and not afraid to fight the good fight.

Substack had a wide variety of stories. Some are great and others not so much. However, some stories bash Catholics or conservative people. There are some good people on Substack. I follow Catholic moms and men. I try to follow people with awesome stories and that bring something to the table.

I am sure there are some people that would like to bash the Christian community and do it with ignorance.

You bash the faith you bash Jesus.

Being Catholic is a rare deal on social media. I feel the most comfortable sharing my faith on here compared to other social media platforms. Especially in this world we live in

I feel like being on Substack you can air your dirty laundry and share your faith.

Substack is that cool table that shares a little bit of everything. Not just faith but life and the realness of it.

I think it’s pretty cool to see others share their faith as well.

Some share awesome quotes or pictures.

or just long stories.

Being a catholic on Substack I don’t feel like a target. I haven’t had any hate mail or rude comments.

I feel like the catholic community on here is strong.

I feel like I can share my faith without being punished or scolded.

Compared to some social media sites that kick you out or ban you or put a red flag by your name and deem you as radical person.

Even if you're not Christian that doesn’t make you a bad person. Your just not informed correctly.

Anyways. I will keep sharing the faith and keep writing my usual nonsense.

Thanks for reading and see you next time.