What it’s like to look at what you just wrote and think who’s the moron that wrote this? But then read it and got oh that’s me that’s my thoughts and those are great. Thoughts great feelings but it sounds a little Chinese. I called it Strokaneese In the beginning, I thought it was funny
if you guys knew me before, and I still in this way, doesn’t it come across on here? I am so self deprecating about my stroke. It is what it is. I got ton of funny stories. This is my journey that God put me through. It sucked a lot of times and I felt like he had me on this journey I had to I still don’t have faith down and I feel sometimes like he’s kicking me in the butt. It’s OK keep going like if I keep talking, somebody will listen. But I’m kind of thinking now I like my little page here and if nobody ever sees it or cares. At least that’s a place for me to get it out. Maybe I may don’t have any other social media anymore because they just threw me off. And I’m way more docile you can’t you can’t do and talk like we do on and they were after me all the time. Anyway, I lost my thought. Have a good night. And guys just so you know I never drink at home. Sometimes little THCCCBC sometimes I have to take these pain meds, but I try to avoid them at all costs and so sometimes I’m a little loopy but it’s mainly my brain. But I’m always in control. it’s just getting that out of this format. Honestly, if I wasn’t me, I would wanna meet me just to fucking find out. Unless I’m just thoroughly uninterested and sometimes I think maybe that’s the case and I don’t know it was never really my problem, but I was always insecure inside.
My motto real motto was fake it tell you make it back when I was in my early 20s high school even
it’s almost amazing how people run from me how people turn from me and on me a few people have seen me for a little bit like on here some of you specifically Mark he gave me money couple times others of you too. I don’t want money but like I have the best nonprofit that I need help with and it’s a pretty great investment I think.
If the people who run our systems were truly honest, they’d admit this:
they’ve made life so hard for so many people that “choice” starts to disappear.
When survival becomes suffering, offering an exit isn’t compassion — it’s a way to avoid fixing what’s broken.
A society that makes life unbearable and then calls death a solution isn’t merciful. It’s irresponsible.
Verse — Psalm 34:18
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
Interpretation:
This verse isn’t about weakness — it’s about wounds. God draws near not to the loud, the proud, or the untouched, but to those whose spirits are worn down by pain, grief, and compassion for suffering they can’t ignore.
My Voice / What This Is for Me:
My body has been hurt, and my soul feels exhausted from seeing so much pain in the world.
What hurts the most isn’t just what’s been done to me — it’s how casually people hurt each other, often without even realizing it.
I know most people aren’t evil. I know they’re overwhelmed, afraid, distracted, and carrying their own wounds.
But caring still costs something.
And when you feel everything — when you can’t shut it off — it can feel like your spirit is being crushed by the weight of it all.
This verse reminds me that feeling this way doesn’t mean I’m failing.
It means I’m still human.
Verse — Micah 6:8:
“He has shown you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justly, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God?”
Interpretation:
God doesn’t call for cruelty or blind enforcement — He calls for justice with mercy.
My Voice:
I want secure borders. I want laws enforced. But I also want a system that protects human life, not one that treats people as if they don’t matter — whether they’re vulnerable citizens or immigrants. We should do better — we must do better.
