It was recently suggested that I get on sleeping pills or anti-anxiety meds.
No way in this hell will that be happening.
Wrong suggestion.
I will buy some CBD oil when I can afford it. That works just fine for me without the addiction and side effects bullshit. I’ve tried both as mentioned above. Side effects not worth it. I’m also seeing someone I know, a fellow sensitive, awakened Soul, come off those addictive anxiety pills and is having a horrid time with it.
It’s all just part of “their” game anyway.
Work you to death. Keep you stressed out in survival mode 24/7. True creative works are dismissed as “non-essential” (which I beg to differ with, as it is the creative arts that often KEEP US GOING mentally/emotionally here) while “their” mind numbing Soul draining jobs are pushed on us. I have had plenty of those soul-sucking jobs. Each and every fucking time, at some point, anxiety kicks in. My Soul was being crushed. Not listened to. Not honored. My human heart. My human Spirit. All of it – not in alignment.
What do “they” do? Push their toxic pills. Tell you to listen to one of “their” (HIGH PAYING WORLD STAGE) guru’s. If that doesn’t work, it’s all your fault.
ALWAYS our fault.
When the truth is – WE DID NOT START THE FIRE.
WE ARE NOT THE PROBLEM.
We never have been. Our only “fault” was forgetting, which “they” made easy by “their” mind wipes.
That said, I’m still looking for one of those “soul-sucking” jobs of “theirs” because not enough people have stepped up to show they want change by honoring the creative arts that I naturally do and share. And many are underwater $$. Out of work. Self-survival is very real. What choice do I have? Gotta eat. Need shelter. Warmth. Water.
I’m so past ready for a Grand Uprising to bring this entire soul-sucking shit system DOWN. BRING IN NEW. I can’t take much more of this. I see it in my eyes. I feel it in my body. My sleep is not rejuvenating me. My normal tools only give me temporary relief. The need to get outta this toxic reality is overwhelming. Years ago, I would have said I was the problem. I needed to change something about who I am.
When WHO I AM IS JUST FINE. Sure, I have PTSD and trauma that resulted from “their” systems, directly and indirectly, and I am dealing with that. But me? And you? Being the problem? Oh fuck no. That’s what “they” want us to think.
Ya’ll know that.
TIME TO WALK IT.
WE ARE NOT THE PROBLEM.
Take those self-judgment fingers and point them out there. Claim our Worth.
Claim our RIGHT TO LIVE AS WE DESIRE WITHOUT ANY INTERFERENCE FROM THEM.
For me, that is living in a home of MY CHOOSING that is safe and secure, clean, and private. Abundant healthy food. Warmth when I need it. Cooling when I need it. Healing that is authentic. Work that is of my natural ability that helps spread joy and create connection. If there is to be some sort of monetary system, then it is EQUITABLE and provides for every single one of us abundantly. Endlessly.
So that every single one of our issues that derive DIRECTLY FROM their toxic poisons and evil systems are NEVER. AGAIN. A. CONCERN. OR. THOUGHT.
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Victoria
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