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Self‑Care: Because My Cats Are Tired of Babysitting My Burnout

“I’m not tired. I’m Southern‑tired. Which means my soul needs a nap. My spirit needs a snack. And my cats need me to stop acting like I’m immortal.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the ancestors clock in for their shift. Today’s energy walked in here barefoot. Tracking mud across my spirit. And my Southern cats have already filed a complaint. Listen. If self‑care were a Southern woman, she’d be standing on your porch right now. Her hands on hips. Church finger raised saying, “Baby, you look tired. Not regular tired. The kind of tired where even your shadow needs to sit down.”

Let me tell you something right now. Self‑care is not optional. Self‑care is not a luxury. Self‑care is not “I’ll get to it after I finish these 47 tasks and emotionally babysit three grown adults.” Self‑care is a requirement like sweet tea at a funeral. Or humidity in July. And if you don’t believe me, that’s fine. The cats do. And they’ve unionized. The cats are inside holding a family meeting about your wellbeing like, “Bless her heart. She tried to drink coffee for hydration again.”

This is not a drill. This is a wellness emergency. This is FEMA‑level fatigue with a side of “I’ll rest when I’m dead.” And the cats have decided they will NOT be attending your funeral if you don’t get it together. Piper has already drafted a strongly worded letter to the universe. Coco is practicing her disappointed stare in the mirror. And Tinkerbell is pacing like she’s preparing to deliver a eulogy she absolutely does not have time for. They’re unified. They’re fed up. And they’ve declared you a Code Red Hot Mess until further notice.

Piper is perched on the counter like a tiny porch‑sitting auntie whispering, “Baby, cleanse this house before the chaos gets ideas.” Coco is circling my feet like she’s smudging the perimeter with her attitude alone. And Tinkerbell has taken her position by the window. And she’s staring into the horizon like she’s negotiating with forces I can’t see. We reclaim the room, the mood, and the moment. Negative energy gather your belongings and exit like you were raised right.

It started last Tuesday when I sat down on the couch. I was exhausted. And holding a cup of coffee that tasted like it had given up on life. Piper hopped up beside me, stared directly into my soul, and said (in fluent Southern telepathy),“Ma’am. When was the last time you drank water?”

Coco strutted in behind her like a wellness coach who charges $300 an hour and doesn’t take insurance. “And when,” she added, “was the last time you sat down without clenching your jaw like you’re trying to crack a pecan with your molars?” Tinkerbell didn’t say a word. She just placed one paw on my knee which is the universal sign for, “Baby, you’re running on fumes and spite.”

People hear “self‑care” and think it means a spa day, a $90 candle, or a bath bomb that promises enlightenment. But real self‑care is things like drinking water before your kidneys file a complaint. Saying “no” without writing a three‑paragraph apology. Resting because your body is not a rental car. Eating something green that didn’t come from a gummy bear. And getting enough rest so that your mind and body has time to digest what’s going on throughout our nation. It’s the quiet, unglamorous maintenance that keeps you from turning into a feral possum in a Dollar General parking lot.

Getting enough rest is not optional. It’s the bare‑minimum maintenance required to keep you from turning into a sleep‑deprived cryptid haunting your own kitchen. Your body is not a 24‑hour Waffle House. And yet you keep acting like folks can wander in at any hour demanding emotional hash browns “scattered, smothered, and covered.” Meanwhile, your Southern cats are watching you shuffle around the house like a ghost who missed their exit to the afterlife.

Piper keeps blinking slow like she’s trying to Morse‑code “go lay down.” Coco has already dragged a blanket onto the couch in protest. Tinkerbell is perched on the armrest while giving you that look that says, “If you don’t rest voluntarily, we will stage a wellness coup.” Rest is not laziness. Rest is strategy. Rest is how you keep your spirit from filing for divorce.

Piper naps 19 hours a day and feels no shame. Coco refuses to let anyone touch her unless she specifically requests it. Tinkerbell meditates by staring at the wall like she’s communing with the ancestors. These cats have boundaries so strong they could stop a hurricane. And here I am, letting people text me “hey u up?” at 6 AM like I’m a Waffle House.

Down South self‑care also means ignoring your phone like it’s a bill collector. Sitting on the porch and letting the breeze baptize you. Lighting a candle and telling the ancestors, “Handle it. I’m tired.” And eating a biscuit because joy is medicinal. And yes, sometimes it means telling your entire family, “I love y’all. But I’m off duty today. Please direct all emotional emergencies to Jesus or the group chat.”

Piper says, “Hydrate or diedrate.” Tinkerbell says, “Rest is resistance.” And Coco says, “If you don’t take care of yourself, I will sit on your chest until you do.” Honestly, that last one felt like both a threat and a blessing. You deserve rest. You deserve softness. You deserve to take care of yourself without guilt gnawing at your ankles. Self‑care is not selfish. Self‑care is how you stay alive. Stay sane. And stay Southern without cussing out the entire tri‑county area. This means that I also need to do better at self-care. 

So, here’s the truth. And it’s delivered with the force of a cast‑iron skillet hitting a countertop. If you don’t start taking care of yourself, your cats will file a formal complaint with the ancestors. And they will win. Rest. Hydrate. Set boundaries. Do it like your sanity depends on it because it does. We’ve still got many months of with this horrible administration.

Now go practice some self‑care before Piper drafts a PowerPoint. Coco calls HR. And Tinkerbell summons the spirits to intervene. And that’s on sweet tea, porch swings, and minding your blessed business. Thanks for reading! And know that you’re worth it.

Affirmation: I honor my rest. Protect my peace. And let my body recharge without guilt. Because even my ancestors and my cats agree that a well‑rested me is a powerful me.

***Don’t forget to watch the video!***

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darnold1975

Types Of Domestic Violence Part 2

“An abuser can seem emotionally needy. You can get caught in a trap of catering to him, trying to fill a bottomless pit. But he’s not so much needy as entitled, so no matter how much you give him, it will never be enough. He will just keep producing more demands because he believes his needs are your responsibility, until you feel drained down to nothing.”

-Lundy Bancroft, Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today I want to go over more types of domestic violence. I know that this topic is not an easy one to face. However, domestic abuse occurs in more homes than you realize. Maybe in your own home.

VERBAL ABUSE

·        Ridiculing or humiliating someone.

v  If he were alive and breathing, this would happen from the time I woke up until the time I went to bed.

·        Criticizing their appearance, intelligence, sexuality, religious beliefs, or ethnicity.

v  This happened all the time. I was constantly told that I was dumb and retarded.

·        Criticizing their actions as a partner or parent.

v  All day and every day. The worst was at night and on the weekends. I got blamed for his bad golf game. He had this idea that he was Tiger Woods. And he very clearly wasn’t. But it was always because of something I did that made him play bad. In reality, he just sucks at the game.

·        Using cruel or abusive nicknames.

v  He and his brother always had cruel nicknames for me.

·        Swearing at someone.

v  Most people cuss when they get mad. However, he and his brother were relentless in their attacks.

·        Yelling or screaming at someone.

v  Again, I think that a certain amount would be considered normal. However, screaming and hollering at me for everything little thing was how they both operated.

SOCIAL ABUSE

·       Stopping someone from seeing or contacting their friends and family.

v  He didn’t physically stop me. However, it was very clear that I was not leaving the house without specific information about where I was going and what I was doing. And if that wasn’t what he wanted, I was told not to go at all.

·       Stopping someone from going to social or community activities.

v  Unless he went with me, I was told, “No. You don’t need to go do that.”

·       Preventing someone from having contact with people who speak their language or share their culture.

·       Making someone move away from friends, family, or work opportunities.

 

·       Controlling a person’s use of phone or computers.

v On more than one occasion, when I went to call for help from police, he would unplug the phone so that I couldn’t use it.

·       Checking or stopping their mail, phone calls, text messages, emails, social media and other messaging or chat apps.

v  Luckily, there was not much of this that was available at the time. There was barely internet, and I better not have an email address. I had a Nokia cellphone which he checked constantly.

·       Telling lies or spreading false information to damage a person’s reputation.

v  This happened all the time. Especially when he talked to his family. The smear campaign was always in action.

·       Using someone’s intersex status, sexuality, gender expression, transgender, or HIV status against them.

v  He never knew that I was a lesbian. Hell, why would I tell him when the violence was bad enough.

·       Forced marriage

v  The day of my wedding, I knew that I was making the biggest mistake of my life. I was frozen with fear. But it was what he continually pushed for marriage. And I eventually gave in. Biggest mistake of my life!

·       Stalking

v  This happened every single day. If it wasn’t him, it was his friends and family who did the stalking. At the end of the day, I was questioned about everything that I had done and was told, “Well, what about when you were walking around in that store.” He knew every move that I made. It even got so bad that he knew what I had eaten during the day.

SPIRITUAL, RELIGIOUS OR CULTURAL ABUSE

  • Preventing someone from practicing and being connected to their culture.
  • Stopping someone from going to their place of worship.
  • Stopping someone from having contact with other people who share their beliefs.
  • Stopping someone from celebrating days of cultural or spiritual significance.
  • Stopping someone from sharing their beliefs and traditions with their children.
  • Stopping someone who is Aboriginal or Torres Strait Islander from returning to Country or having contact with kin.
  • Stopping someone who has family connections outside Australia from visiting or connecting with family or community overseas.
  • Ridiculing someone’s beliefs or traditions.
  • Forcing someone to do things that are against their beliefs, like eating certain foods or wearing certain clothes.
  • Forcing someone to marry.

The pressure was definitely applied when I was undecided.

  • Forcing someone to take part in spiritual practices in which they don’t believe.
  • Forcing someone to raise their children according to beliefs they don’t agree with.
  • Using or claiming to use spiritual or religious beliefs:

Let me just say this about him and his spiritual practices. He always went through the motions and played the part. He even pretended to get “saved” and was baptized. However, that was as far as it went. Because when we got home the abuse continued to happen. But now he had a Bible to justify his actions.

Thanks again for reading! I hope I was able to share a little lighter on the subject of domestic violence. There is help and hope after abuse. Reach out for the love and respect that you deserve. Keep moving forward!

Affirmation: I will not shrink.

***Don’t forget to watch the video!***

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