Yimpa

Love

Yes. The path has been storms, fire, and tsunamis~~~tearing down walls I once thought kept me safe. What feels like loss is really the mask burning away. And it doesn’t burn just once. No, it burns over and over and over again. Each time it strips away fear, each collapse reshaping me into something truer than I’ve ever been. I choose to go deeper, because I love discovering myself at ever deeper layers. This is not “normal.” And every sane person think I am unwell. Oh well. No more giving my authority to ableist fear-mongering control freaks. Pretending to be anything less than Good only keeps me asleep. I constantly get my butt whooped in conscious ways, and that leads me to higher forms of understanding, love, and connection towards myself as God. Good God, what a time to be alive

I'll try this with someone I love. Thanks!

Has becoming a millionaire at 23 brought any major challenges in terms of relationships, identity, or finding purpose?

U are Truth!

Good!

I am Woman

I choose Truth, even when it’s uncomfortable, over Falsehood that betrays me.

It’s assumed by most that “single/taken” are the only two categories. But that framework doesn’t capture everyone’s reality. My own relationship dynamics go beyond that binary. I have multiple partners now—but that only became possible because I first learned monogamy well: trust, communication, respect. From there I transitioned into polyamory/ethical non-monogamy, which simply means having more than one relationship, but always with honesty and consent. And it’s not just dating separately—I also have partners who are in relationship with me simultaneously.

Yippie! I finally gave birth to my Self, as Love!

Staircase to Hell

No, you will never live a normal life if you have mental illness. That is a fantasy and feeds into ableism. I used to hate mental illness, but now I love it. Because I relate to it in a profoundly different way than how I used to.