This number should be at 100 percent.

Anybody got a good recipe for eating the rich?

I need you to understand the rage that comes after surviving men who were either pretending to be the victim or the hero while trying to fucking drown me as everyone laughed and blamed me.

He came to inform the management that his breakfast was late

The way people hate survivors more than abusers has to be one of humanity’s stupidest flaws.

Dear Spring… hurry up. I need to see the sun again.

Water is the first ingredient in Diet Coke. So yes, I drink plenty of water.

I’m in Christmas colors all year

My little Libby almost died a few days ago. I talked about it on Threads, Facebook, and Instagram if you want to see more. I’m still so exhausted from this whole ordeal but incredibly grateful for all the people who helped save her life.

Eggnog in coffee is my favorite thing right now

I posted a picture of myself in a bathing suit on my Instagram last week and lost hundreds of followers that day. 😂 So that’s super great. lol

The correct ratio of potatoes to everything else

Two Christmases ago I was being nice and giving a gift to my damn stalker because I didn’t know he was the stalker.

Last Christmas I was being cheated on.

This Christmas was so good if for no other reason than no men creating pure chaos and suffering in my life while I take care of them.

My best of 2025 on Threads 😂

I really don’t understand the Starbucks bear thing. Put your coffee in an empty honey bear bottle and be done with it already.

Are you a person who has a fear of setting your feet down on the floor to get out of bed and a gremlin reaches out from under the bed and grabs you?
Then don’t get a cat.

“I hate when you remind me of what I did.”
WOW, what a coincidence. I ALSO hate being reminded of what you did but I live with the pain every day. It’s absolutely harder for me than it is for you.

The teenage version is “okay, I’m just going to do my hair and makeup and FaceTime three friends and finish my math homework real quick. Oh, and I can’t find my shoe.”

Save trimming the bangs for a more emotionally stable day

and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. To be abused so horrifically and so publicly while being mocked and lied about and daily being encouraged to kill myself to “make the world a better place” and yet here I am… still fighting, still smiling, still loving, still breathing.

I never in my wildest dreams thought any of what happened was possible, or that it would happen to me.

I lived the worst case scenario. I’m still trying to put my life back together

me murdered then tried to trick me into going to meet him (he was impersonating someone else) at a certain location, maybe to kill me, and when that plan fell through he killed himself the next week.

any of this was possible and I never thought it could happen to me. I never knew that so many evil people existed. I never knew so many people would find it funny and literally enjoy trying to publicly abuse me to death. I never knew someone I thought was a caring friend would actually try to have

The stalking and harassment was constant. It seemed like he never slept.

When you watch documentaries like Unknown Number, please remember that these are real nightmares that real people have had to survive. I absolutely never knew

publicly spread insane lies. According to DMs sent to me, the goal was to “destroy my life and never stop.”

My stalker was creating fake social media accounts to monitor me, send me messages, and to spread lies about me by sending DMs and posting comments about me.

He did all of this while impersonating other people to attempt to frame others for his crimes. It was only a year ago that I learned my stalker’s true identity.

In addition to his direct attacks on me, my stalker communicated with various people to.

recording me in my home, using spyware to monitor all of my communications, harassing me and nearly everyone I knew and had regular interactions with, impersonating me, and attacking every part of my life from my business to my family and friends.

The sheriff’s detective told me in an email in April that I was the victim of the craziest stalking case she had ever worked and to never let anyone make me believe otherwise. The stalker worked his way into every aspect of my life, tracking my locations,

The stalking ordeal has been over for 5 months but sometimes it’s still so hard for me to wrap my head around it all. I try to not think about it as much as possible, but it’s hard to ignore because the impact on my life was catastrophic.

When your abuser destroys your mental health, sees you breaking down under the crushing weight of the abuse, then tells you the one who actually needs therapy is you.