Behind Every Post

 You’ve probably seen me on Facebook. Maybe you’ve scrolled past my posts—the ones that seem like I’m setting fire to everything in my life, burning bridges, and walking away with a sense of purpose. Or maybe you’ve noticed the ones where I’ve shared that I’m broken, raw, and vulnerable. But let me tell you something: those posts? They’re just the surface.

The truth is, you have no idea what I’ve been dealing with behind the scenes. Social media has become my outlet—a place where I air my thoughts, my victories, my struggles, and yes, sometimes my dirty linens. But here’s the thing: what I post isn’t the whole story. It’s carefully curated moments, emotions filtered through a screen, and a narrative that only shows half the life I live.

Maybe you’ve rolled your eyes or shook your head at some of the things I’ve shared. Maybe you’ve thought, “What’s the deal with all these stunts?” And that’s okay. I know not everyone will get it. Not everyone needs to. But remember this: what I post is only what I choose to show. It’s the part of me I feel safe enough to share with the world. It’s not the full reality—it’s just a sliver of my life, sometimes carefully crafted to appear stronger, happier, or even more broken than I truly am.

Behind every fiery word and every raw post, there’s a story. One that’s messy, complicated, and often far from perfect. Social media doesn’t always capture the sleepless nights, the quiet tears, or the heavy battles I’ve fought and continue to fight.

So, if you’ve ever wondered why I post the way I do, here’s your answer: it’s not about creating a perfect image or making you believe I’m always winning. It’s about expressing myself in the way I know how. It’s about sharing pieces of me, hoping that somewhere, someone out there feels a little less alone when they see those posts.

We all have battles. This is just my way of letting you see the surface of mine. And while it may not be the whole truth, it’s a part of it—a part I’m learning to embrace, share, and grow through.

Stay real, stay kind, and always remember: there’s more to a person than what you see online. 💛

House of Brokovich

 Just when I was on the edge of stirring up some Facebook drama, I held back. 🛑 I've realized that I can’t change how people look at me, but I can change myself. People will talk, no matter what. But that’s on them, not me.

I’ve learned something priceless: the HOUSE OF BROKOVICH is my rock. They’re my real ones—the ones who truly know me, who understand I don’t waste my time talking bad about people I barely know. Sure, I know some folks throw shade and use my name for attention, but hey, if you’re offended by my posts, hit that block button. I won’t mind. 🤷‍♂️

On the flip side, I’m grateful for those who are still here, those who’ve seen the real me and stayed. The loud, the crazy, the perfectly imperfect me. I may be hated by a million and loved by only one, but as long as that love is for the real me, that’s more than enough. I don’t open my mouth to make others comfortable—I speak my mind, and that’s how the hate came along. But I’ll take it.

And to those who said they'd be by my side “forever,” only to vanish at the first sign of attitude—remember, you gave up on me. I kept my promise, and you didn’t.

My mom once said, “Love a person by embracing their flaws and treasuring their strengths.” 💖 It’s in the tough times that we see who’s real and who’s just there for the ride. #RideOrDie