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The Gay Agenda, But Make It Catnip: A Household Report on Trump-Era LGBTQ Changes

“When the world starts smelling like political mildew, light the charcoal. Call your ancestors. And let the queer folk lead the way back to sanity.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. The energy in this house, and frankly, in this entire country, has gotten so funky that even my cats are refusing to walk through certain rooms without spiritual PPE.

I woke up this morning with my hair looking like a disgruntled possum. Before I could even sip my coffee,  the cats were holding a household meeting about “the state of the union.” Which is always a bad sign. Coco had a clipboard. Tink was already in the hallway wearing her imaginary reading glasses. Which were radiating the kind of disappointment usually reserved for people who microwave fish at work. Piper also whispered, “Ma’am, the political nonsense has reached critical levels. We need a blog post before Tink files a grievance.” She was chewing on the corner of a cardboard box like she was absorbing strength for the battle ahead. And she was also eating the minutes.

And here we are. I’m half awake. Half-caffeinated. Fully irritated. And spiritually powered by coffee and queer rage and fully done with the world. The cats, unionized and dramatic. The political landscape is acting like it needs to be put in time‑out with no tablet. And I’m ready to unpack the latest political nonsense like it’s a Walmart bag full of mystery items you forgot you bought.

Let’s begin. The cats have taken their positions. Tink is pacing like a union rep preparing for a strike. Coco is perched in a sunbeam like a disappointed CEO. And Piper is licking an outlet for emotional support.

Filed by Piper (Gremlin-at-Large), Tink (Union Rep), and Coco (CEO of Sunbeams)

Ladies, gentlemen, gays, theys, strays, and anyone who has ever been personally victimized by a legislative session. welcome. I, Tinkerbell, your local union rep and part‑time conspiracy theorist, have called this emergency press briefing because the humans are stressed. The news is chaotic. And the federal government has once again discovered a new way to make LGBTQ folks’ lives harder. And when the humans are stressed. We are stressed. And when we are stressed. Someone’s shower curtain is getting shredded. That’s democracy, baby.

Coco here. CEO. Visionary. Keeper of Warm Spots. I run this house. And I run it with dignity. That’s something certain political leaders could try sometime. Let’s talk about these changes that have been rolling out like a bad reboot of a show nobody asked for.

1. Policies targeting transgender people

Tink’s summary: “Why are they obsessed with people’s gender? They can’t even manage their own hair.”

From restrictions on gender‑affirming care to attempts to limit trans people’s rights in public life. The changes have been hitting the trans community hard. Tink’s official stance: “If someone tried to regulate my litter box access, I would simply bite them.”

2. Attempts to roll back protections for LGBTQ workers and students

Piper interrupts, “We in the Feline Union stand firmly against workplace discrimination. Especially discrimination that interrupts nap time.”

Some policy shifts have weakened protections for LGBTQ employees and students. And this is making it harder for queer folks to feel safe at work or school. Piper’s stance is, “If anyone tried to discriminate against me, I would scream at 3 a.m. Until they reconsidered their life choices.”

3. Changes affecting LGBTQ families and adoption rights

Coco says, “Imagine telling someone they can’t adopt because of who they love. Meanwhile, I’ve seen humans who can’t even keep a houseplant alive.”

Some policy changes have made it harder for LGBTQ couples to adopt or foster children. Coco: “We support all families. Especially the ones who provide snacks.”

4. The demonization of the LGBTQ community. Especially trans folks

Piper: “Oh, the irony. The same people clutching pearls about ‘protecting children’ are the ones passing laws that harm them.”

Some political messaging has painted LGBTQ people, especially transgender people, as threats or problems. Tink: “If anyone is a threat, it’s Coco when she hasn’t had her 2 p.m. zoomies.”

Piper here. I’m the emotional support gremlin. I don’t understand politics. But I do understand vibes. And the vibes are rancid. Let me tell you what I’ve observed. The humans are tired. The queer humans are extra tired. And the trans humans are tired, angry, and carrying the entire moral backbone of the country on their shoulders. And the cats? We’re eating plastic. And knocking things off counters in solidarity.

Coco’s official statement: “Stop targeting LGBTQ people. They’re fabulous. Also, give me treats.”

Tink (adjusting tiny glasses): “We stand with the LGBTQ community. We stand with trans folks. We stand with queer families. We stand with drag queens, bisexuals, nonbinary babes, leather daddies, sapphic aunties, and anyone who has ever had to explain their pronouns to a man who thinks Wi-Fi is witchcraft.”

Coco (basking in a sunbeam): “We reject policies that harm queer people. We reject discrimination. We reject cruelty. We reject anything that interrupts my naps.”

Piper (chewing a cardboard box): “We reject bigotry. And also, gravity.”

And that, my friends, concludes today’s episode of “Why Are Humans Like This?” starring a government that needs therapy. A household that runs on chaos. And three cats who have officially drafted a cease‑and‑desist letter addressed to bigotry itself.

Coco has stamped it with her paw. Tink has notarized it with a dramatic sigh. Piper tried to eat it, which counts as approval. Coco has filed the paperwork. Tink has approved it with a single judgmental blink. Piper tried to eat the evidence, which honestly feels symbolic.

Coco: “If the government wants to keep messing with LGBTQ rights, they should know this household is ready. We have claws. We have opinions. We have a gremlin.”

Tink: “And we have a human who writes like a Southern Shakespeare with boundary issues.”

Piper: “So consider this your warning. Stop targeting queer people. Or we will knock over everything you love.”

Let me say this with the clarity of a Southern auntie who has had enough. And also, loud enough for the ancestors, the neighbors, and the lawmakers who pretend not to hear. Queer people aren’t the problem. Cruelty is. And this household does not negotiate with nonsense. Queer folks deserve safety. Trans folks deserve dignity. And bigotry deserves to be escorted out like it just caused a scene at Applebee’s. 

This household stands with the LGBTQ community. We have claws out. The sage lit. The charcoal glowing. And Piper ready to scream at anyone who needs a reminder. The cats strut away like they just won the Miss America pageant. They exit the room in slow motion. With tails high. And theme music swelling. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride!

Affirmation: My spirit is steady. My boundaries are blessed. And my queer joy is non‑negotiable. No law, no headline, and no nonsense can dim the light I carry. Or the claws backing me up.

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Pride Month with Cats: Because Even My Pets Are Dramatic Allies

“My cats celebrate Pride the same way they celebrate everything. With confidence, chaos, and zero respect for personal boundaries.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today’s chaos is brought to you by Gay Pride, glitter, questionable fashion choices, and the three furry roommates who somehow believe they are the grand marshals of every parade I attend.

Welcome to This Puzzled Life! Where the cats are dramatic. The snacks are questionable. And the Pride celebrations start whether anyone is emotionally prepared or not.

I woke up this morning ready to honor love, joy, and self‑expression. And I immediately found Piper wearing a rainbow pipe cleaner like a crown. Coco was judging my outfit like she was the CEO of Fashion Police. And Tinkerbell is sipping imaginary tea like she’s seen this all before.

It’s Pride Month. And in this house, that means glitter on the floor. Opinions no one asked for. And at least one cat trying to join a parade to which they are absolutely not invited. Me and my family of cats align with the “Radical Left Lunatic Antifa.” And we are big supporters of equal rights for all.

Featuring Tinkerbell (the wise elder), Coco (the judgmental mayor), and Piper (the chaotic baby).

Me: “Alright, team. Pride Month is here. We’re celebrating. We’re showing up. We are being fabulous.”

Piper: “I was born fabulous. I came out of the womb with jazz paws.”

Coco: “You came out of the womb screaming and knocking over medical equipment. That’s not fabulous. That’s a liability.”

Tinkerbell: “Children, please. Pride is about love, acceptance, and not embarrassing your momma in public.”

Me: “Thank you, Tink. See? She gets it.”

Tinkerbell: “I also get that you bought rainbow suspenders. Suspenders for a woman who trips over flip‑flops?”

Me: “That was one time.”

Coco: “It was three times. I counted.”

Me: “So here’s the plan. We go to the Pride parade. We cheer. We dance. We…”

Coco: “Absolutely not. I’m not going anywhere near a crowd of humans who clap loudly and smell like sunscreen and emotional breakthroughs.”

Piper: “I wanna go! I wanna go! I wanna go! I wanna go!”

Tinkerbell: “You cannot go. You would get adopted by the first lesbian couple who sees you. And honestly? I wouldn’t blame them.”

Me: “Okay, so maybe the cats stay home.”

Coco: “Maybe? Girl, we already made other plans.”

Me: “Look, Pride is about joy and authenticity. Why are y’all acting like I’m dragging you to jury duty.”

Tinkerbell: “Because last year you tried to put us in rainbow bandanas.”

Coco: “Mine said “Purrride.” I have never recovered.”

Piper: “Mine had sparkles. I ate it.”

Me: “Piper you were just born during Pride Month last year. And if ya’ll don’t want to go, I’ll go celebrate Pride by myself. Y’all can stay home and be boring.”

Piper: “I’m not boring. I’m queer‑adjacent.”

Coco: “You’re chaos‑adjacent.”

Tinkerbell: “Go, child. Celebrate. Be proud. Be joyful. And please, try not to fall in public again.”

Me: “That was one time.”

Coco: “It was four. I counted.”

And so, after surviving the debates, the fashion critiques, and Piper’s attempt to lead her own Pride march through the hallway, I’ve accepted one universal truth. Celebrating Pride with cats is like hosting a parade with three tiny, furry drag queens who refuse to rehearse. My outfit may be wrinkled. And my dignity may be hanging on by a thread. But the spirit of Pride is alive and thriving in this chaotic household.

Because at the end of the day, Pride is about love, authenticity, and showing up exactly as you are. Even if “as you are” includes cat hair, glitter in your bra, and Coco muttering that she could’ve done it better. Thanks for reading! Happy Pride!

Affirmation: Pride Month because even cats know you should strut your truth. Swish your tail with confidence. And hiss at anyone who tries to dim your sparkle.

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Dear Allies: The Gays Salute You With Both Hands And A Fan Snap

“I’m not saying I’m dramatic. But if God wanted me to stay calm, he wouldn’t have given me this much personality and this many conservative relatives.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Today we’re gathering around the communal table to honor a sacred, undercelebrated, and deeply cherished group of humans. Our allies. The real ones. Not the “I posted a rainbow square once in 2020” crowd. Not the “I love you but don’t tell my pastor” crowd. Not the “thoughts and prayers for your eternal soul” crowd who clutch their prayer list so hard they leave dents.

I’m talking about the folks who show up when nobody’s watching. The ones who defend us without needing applause, cameras, or a political campaign ad with soft piano music and a bald eagle crying in the background. The ones who embody actual Christianity. The kind Jesus practiced before it got franchised. Monetized. And turned into a small‑town HOA with a pulpit.

Piper has already hopped on the counter and declared, “Finally. A blog about the humans who actually act right.” Tinkerbell is nodding solemnly like a tiny furry deacon. Coco is passing out imaginary communion wafers made of Temptations treats.

And me? I’m over here emotional because these allies, the everyday saints, remind us that our souls aren’t one color. Our souls are a rainbow quilt that is stitched together with joy, grief, glitter, and generational resilience. Humanity was always meant to be fabulous. Some folks just missed the memo while they were too busy policing everyone else’s salvation.

To our allies who stand up for us in grocery store aisles, family dinners, church parking lots, and in group chats where the bigots get bold. And we see you. You don’t do it for credit. You don’t do it for clout. You don’t do it because it’s trendy. You do it because your moral compass isn’t powered by fear, shame, or whatever Fox News is microwaving that day. You do it because you know love is supposed to be lived. Not legislated.

You do it because you understand that Jesus wasn’t white, wealthy, or sponsored by the pulpit politics committee. You do it because you know that if Jesus showed up today, half these conservative Christians would call the cops on him for wearing sandals and hanging out with marginalized people. You do it because you know the difference between performative faith and actual compassion. And the difference is louder than a praise band with a broken sound system.

Meanwhile, some conservative Christians are out here condemning queer folks by day and conducting their secret lives in the dark night of shadows like they’re auditioning for a low‑budget soap opera. Piper said, “Mama, the hypocrisy is giving mildew.” Tinkerbell added, “It’s giving spiritual swamp water.” And  Coco simply hissed and walked away. Honestly, they’re honesty felt like Scripture.

Tinkerbell (the eldest emotionally, the judge, the one who has seen things): “First of all, thank you to the allies who defend my mama like she’s the last biscuit at a Baptist potluck. Y’all are the reason she walks around this house with her shoulders back and her spirit moisturized. I watch everything from the top of the fridge. And trust me. The world needs more of you and fewer people who weaponize Scripture like it’s a coupon they clipped wrong.”

Piper (chaotic, believes she is a pastor): “I would like to personally thank the allies who understand that Jesus hung out with the marginalized. And not the HOA board of conservative Christianity. If Jesus came back today, half these folks would call the police because he looks ‘suspicious.’ And the other half would ask him to sign their Bible like it’s a meet‑and‑greet. But you allies would offer him a seat, a snack, and a safe place to rest. That’s ministry.”

Coco (the one who knocks things over for emphasis): “Thank you for clapping back at bigots with the precision of a cat swatting a glass off a counter. Thank you for knowing that love is louder than hypocrisy. And that closets are for coats, not people. Also, I knocked over that decorative cross because the energy felt off. You’re welcome.”

Piper (interrupting): “And let’s be clear. The allies who show up quietly and don’t need applause, y’all are the real disciples. Meanwhile, some folks out here preaching purity while living double lives that smell like unwashed secrets and expired communion juice.”

Tinkerbell (fanning herself with an imaginary church program): “It’s always the loudest ones who have the most to hide. But our allies? They’re out here living the gospel without needing to weaponize it. They’re out here loving people like Jesus actually instructed. They’re out here doing the work while others are doing theatrics.”

Coco (dramatically rolling onto her back): “Thank you for loving my mama in ways that make her laugh. Breathe easier. And feel safe. Thank you for being the humans she trusts. Thank you for being the reason she doesn’t hiss at the world like I do.”

And before this blog sashays off the stage in a cloud of glitter and righteous truth. My cats insisted, loudly, dramatically, and with the authority of three tiny elders, that they get the final word.

Piper (tail flicking like a church lady’s fan): “Thank you, allies. Without you, Mama wouldn’t have had the courage to build the life she has now. And without that life, we wouldn’t have our brothers. The chaotic, beloved, biscuit‑stealing boys who complete this household circus.”

Tinkerbell (paws folded like she’s about to deliver a sermon): “Y’all didn’t just stand up for Mama. You stood beside her. And because of that, this rainbow‑stitched, Southern‑chaotic, cat‑ruled family, exists exactly as it should. Our brothers are here because you helped create a world where love could breathe.”

Coco (rolling dramatically onto her back again for emphasis): “Thank you for giving Mama the safety and strength to choose love boldly. And because of you, we have brothers to wrestle, cuddle, judge, and occasionally blame for things we definitely did.”

To every ally who shows up without needing a spotlight, thank you. Thank you for representing the Jesus who loved without conditions, fear, or a PR team. Thank you for knowing that our souls shimmer in every color ever created. Thank you for standing in the gap when the world gets loud, cruel, or hypocritical.

And to the conservative Christians who are more performative than biblical? Your secret life is showing. And it’s not giving Beatitudes. Our allies are out here living the gospel without needing to weaponize it. They’re out here loving us in ways that heal generational wounds. And they’re out here proving that humanity, at its best, is a rainbow. 

All three, in a furry chorus of gratitude, “Thank you for helping build the home we nap in. The love we live in. And the family we purr in.” And with that, the cats have spoken. The rainbow has shimmered. The truth has been told. The gays salute you with both hands. A fan snap. And three very grateful cats. Piper has closed her laptop. Tinkerbell has said “Amen.” Coco has knocked over another decorative cross for emphasis.

And me? I’m ending this with a fan snap. A grateful heart. And a truth that cannot be dimmed. Real allies don’t just stand with us. They help us rise. Spirit moisturized. Rainbow restored. Thanks for reading! And Happy Pride Everyone Especially Our Allies! 

Affirmation: Today, I walk in my truth, glitter, and my God‑given audacity. I am loved. Protected. And too fabulous to be bothered by anyone who still thinks ‘rainbow’ is a political statement.

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National PTSD Awareness Day

“Always remember, if you have been diagnosed with PTSD, it is not a sign of weakness; rather, if is proof of your strength, because you have survived!”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to take time out from celebrating Pride, to give light to National PTSD Awareness Day. This one hit hard as I’ve lived with PTSD longer than I’ve lived without it. And there are so many of us who don’t make it to the other end of the tunnel. It’s an incredibly dark place to wake up to and go to sleep with every night.

Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) dates back to ancient civilizations and military conflicts. Terms used early on included “combat-related stress,” “shellshock,” “combat fatigue,” and “railway spine.” In the 1800s and early 1900s, the “talking cure: was popularized by Sigmund Freud and introduced in medical literature. And the treatment went from psychoanalysis to electric shock treatment. By the 1950s, the treatments had become more humane. However, now people would not admit to any traumatic symptoms due to the stigma. So, group therapy and psychotropic medications were introduced (blackbearrehab.com, 2025).

In the 1970s Vietnam veterans began experiencing a lot of psychological problems that persisted even after returning home. And survivors of domestic abuse were also included. In the 1980s, PTSD was officially recognized as a mental health problem. Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders adopted the diagnosis where it has remained (blackbearrehab.com, 2025).

PTSD is a developed from a traumatic event. C- PTSD when a traumatic event continues for months and years or multiple events occur. The intrusive thoughts, flashbacks, insomnia, avoidance, memory problems, detachment from friends and family, feeling emotionally numb, hyper startle, irritability, trouble concentrating, impulsive behavior, paranoia, severe anxiety, nightmares, suicidal ideations and actions and uncontrollable thoughts about the event. And over time, these symptoms completely devour who you once were (MayoClinic.org, 2025).

I know that PTSD is typically related to soldiers. I am here to tell you that I never went into the military. But the PTSD that I deal with, as a result of domestic violence, grabbed hold of me and has never let go. It has completely stripped me of everything that I used to enjoy. I don’t care about relationships. I question people about their intentions, even if they’re pure and good. I’m constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop. I don’t have typical reactions to being scared. I could see a moth out, of the corner of my peripheral vision, and then jump and scream like Jeffery Dahmer was staring at me and about to take the first bite. I face the stigmas of both friends and family mainly due to a lack of understanding. However, the reasearch information is everywhere. Sometimes others just need to their own leg work. I have come to realize that instead of trying to find out how PTSD affects someone that you love, it’s “the easy way out” to just to be dismissive, embarrassed and judgmental instead. The attitude is “just change X behavior.” Without having a solution, the resounding message of “just make it go away” further ostracizes the person that you say you care about. And so the anticipated glimmer of hope dissipates further isolating the individual. And sadly, can lead to suicide.

PTSD is not about you, it’s about them. It’s just a diagnosis until it’s “you” that experiences it every day. It has taken me down to the point of putting a gun in my mouth. And because living in the abuse was so severe, I actually pulled the trigger after pointing the gun at my torso. It missed my heart by only a few centimeters. Nothing was messed up to the point of needing surgery. But self-harm is something that I’ve dealt with since I was a 13-year-old child. And I had no idea how to deal with all the overwhelming emotions of abuse. In that cold, dark closet where I began to self-harm, and as maladaptive as the behavior is, it worked. It was the only thing that worked to bring me back to complete balance. But the problem is that it became a true addiction issue that I continue to struggle with. And before you ask, yes I’ve done a lot of therapy. It’s not that the therapy doesn’t. It’s that the addiction is that strong. 

PTSD is a true injury on the brain. The brain’s job is to help you survive in any way possible. So, we reach for anything to help calm the barrage of intrusive thoughts, memories, smells and sounds. And once it’s been damaged through a traumatic event, it creates a “work around” solution. What typically works? Self-harm and substance abuse creates almost instant comfort. You don’t have to wait for 6-8 weeks to reach your therapeutic dose efficacy to begin working. It’s an immediate fix that some of have to use just to stay alive.

Cannabis was recommended when all other “Big Pharma” medications failed. And it has saved my life on a daily basis ever since. Cannabis seems to put a cloud over my brain saying, “Settle just for a moment.” And for that moment, I can take a break from the constant paranoia and overstimulation of a brain that wanted to do nothing more than survive. And that, is my battlefield. It wasn’t in Iraq, Afghanistan or Vietnam. My battlefield is everywhere I go. I fear people and social situations in a way that most cannot understand. 

It literally takes me about a week in advance to start prepping to leave my house just to go to pick up medications,that I,unfortunately have to take. But I don’t take anymore psych meds. I was extremely sick, coming off all the meds that I had been begging for over two years to be tapered off. And I got tired of waiting, so I did it myself. I don’t advise this way because it was a really miserable process. However, I was at a point of desperation. And now about 6 months later, I feel like a new human being after the toxic feeling of all the medications. All of my true feelings and emotions have awakened, and I really like feeling somewhat comfortable at times.

My personal opinion is that anyone returning home from the active duty should be handed an ounce of weed the minute they step off the plane to do with as they wish. And it would be perfectly ok if they gave it away. That’s like paying it forward in “Weed-O-Nomics.” As it stands, soldiers come home from a war that never ends. And they are committing suicide at a rate of 22 soldiers a day. And that is less than unacceptable.

As the topic of cannabis continues to circulate among social circles and national politics, I hope that veterans from our military will step out against the shame that is felt from social stigmas. And reach for the plant that can “help take the gun out of your mouth.” Cannabis doesn’t cure PTSD because it wasn’t the one who caused it. But it does make things much more tolerable.

Thanks for reading! Happy Pride everyone!

Affirmation: I am resilient and capable of healing.

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It’s Mental Health Awareness Month

“What mental health needs is more sunlight, more candor, and more unashamed conversation.”

-Glenn Close

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Okie dokie! Today is the first day of the month of May, which is also Mental Health Awareness Month. And unfortunately, the topic of mental health is often skirted or disregarded as something that isn’t acknowledged because of the “shame factor.” However, it is not a topic to be ashamed about. Mental health is such an integral part of being human and is something that must be discussed.

What are the issues surrounding the topic of mental health? Well, part of the problem involves societal stigmas, fear of judgment, and a lack of understanding. And the stigma usually surrounds negative stereotypes, incorrect information and cultural beliefs or a sign of personal failure. Give me a second to go a little more in depth about these issues.

1. Lack of Understanding-most people have little knowledge about mental health conditions which can lead to misconceptions and fear. And this includes immediate family, friends, co-workers, medical personnel and acquaintances. I have tried in my own ways to educate people about mental illness, as my daily living has revolved around the mental health system for the majority of my life. But no matter how much you try to explain things to people, they just can’t seem to let go of old ideas and opinions.

2. Negative stereotypes-Thanks to social media, mental illness is portrait in the media that mental illness is considered a sign of weakness, dangerous or violent. This further solidifies negative attitudes. While some of this is true regarding violent individuals, the majority of us are not dangerous people. And religious affiliation can also be another source of negative stereotypes. You wouldn’t believe some of the nasty and fearful looks that I get from simply wearing a baseball cap about PTSD. Sometimes I get asked, “What branch of the military were you in?” I simply tell them, “I didn’t serve our country. I developed PTSD because I’ve been abused for a large majority of my life. So, technically, I’ve been fighting a war my entire life.” They usually silently turn around and back away. Some have asked, “Why do you tell people?” And my answer is always, “Because I’m not ashamed of having a mental illness. It is what it is. And I’m not responsible for other’s ignorance. I simply state the true facts and give the shame back to where it belongs. 

3. Fear of judgment-many people fear judgment for their mental illness. One thing you have to understand is that people are usually their own worst critic. So, your judgment will never be as potent and the person with the mental illness. In my case, telling someone that I have Multiple Personality Disorder makes people retract, mainly because their only source of reference is through Hollywood. And we all know that Hollywood never really tells a story accurately. It induces the “fear factor” in most people. And when I speak this truth, most people are also taken aback because I’m so forth coming with my own  struggles. You might notice my quirkiness at times. However, you would never know when my other parts switch out unless you are around me and I explain who they are and their function. I don’t fear judgment from people. I embrace their ignorance and do my best to “stomp out stupidity.”

4. Fear of discrimination-people fear losing jobs, housing or other opportunities due to their condition. Look, I have lived under a cloud of discrimination since the day I was born. I’m gay. I have a mental illness. And I love to smoke weed. But I’m also very educated. And somehow when you are “out and proud” that automatically puts a label on you. And well, that’s their problem not mine. Even within my own family, I face discrimination. And when I speak about mental health topics, I’m revered as not being nearly as intelligent as others. Even though I have a master’s degree in counseling psychology which qualifies me to be able to diagnose. Make no mistake, I might’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life, but I am in no way dumb. And I face discrimination head on. 

I completely understand that everyone isn’t at the same level of progress with these issues. And it has taken years of therapy to bring me to the point where I am. Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of. And most people have mental illness in varying degrees. However, a lot of it has never been diagnosed. Individuals hide and suffer in silence because of the shame that they carry regarding this topic. And you absolutely shouldn’t be. Mental health is just as important and maybe more so than physical health. Because poor mental health can also cause physical discomfort.

Embrace what is and be responsible enough to get in therapy. You will be glad you did. Cannabis has increased my quality of life much better than pharmaceuticals. And this is another topic that is shame based. There are those still who are “closeted” cannabis users who also reap the benefits of the plant. And as someone who lived in a closet for many years, I can tell you that no one is meant to be smothered and silenced. Everyone deals with mental illness and fears the repercussion of others differently and at their own pace. I can’t speak for anyone else, but with me, you will always be accepted. 

Educate yourself about your own mental illness not based on movies, other people’s subjective opinions, but on the scientific research and real truth. Face your fears and get involved in therapy and do the challenging work that will benefit you overall. And let the opinions of others roll off your back like water on a duck. Their opinions are just that. They are not facts. It is purely unadulterated ignorance. But that can change if they are willing to do so.

If you are an ally on the topic of mental illness but still have questions, we won’t cook you or eat you. Respectfully ask for some clarification. It is a horrible feeling to suffer in silence over half truths and out right lies regarding mental illness. And sadly, I have had friends who refused to go to therapy for those reasons. And they are now dead from suicide. But everyone is entitled to love, care and compassion. And, yes, that also includes you. Thanks for reading! Stay healthy. Stay happy. Keep smiling. And keep reading this blog.

Affirmation: I trust myself  to make decisions that align with my values and goals.

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