how a psuedo-hippie-white-girl ego hijacked my dv healing space

i want everyone to
really see you for who you are.

since my traffic is off the charts.
and you apparently want everyone to read this.
link. link. link.
omg,
she said i was…
a bad friend!
neglectful.
messy.
entitled…
lazy!

aren’t you embarassed?
no?
weird.

(bro, i wouldn’t send this shit to anyone, even if i thought it was bullshit)

so let them really read:

and let me get this straight.

you spent years pretending to be the soft one.
the passive, yet aggressive flower girl.*
the whisper-voiced “peace and love” yogi
with a chill attitude and a knitted bralette.
you burned sage,
wore beads,
and deflected everything not aligned with your chakras.
aka laziness rebranded as spiritual boundaries.

but now?
now you’re rage-texting your whole family
because in one post out of hundreds,
i said you were lazy.
that you were a bad friend.
which—spoiler alert—was true.
and suddenly?
your higher self has entered the chat?
with backup.

you didn’t like the short essay,
so you mobilized a swarm.
sent your entire lineage into my trauma journal
like it was a battlefield.
not even to argue with what i said—
just to punish me for saying it.

you didn’t try to call or text—
be an adult?
you sent nieces, nephews, SILs
truly, who the fuck knows…
i honestly didn’t read.
besides what i scrolled through
by accident.

and the irony?

you performed peace.
but you brought war.
to a space built for survivors.

you sent trolls.
they left comments so violent,
so off-topic,
i had to shut the whole section down.

and here’s what no one’s saying:

this space?
was sacred.
the comments were community.
survivors were building something there.
together.
and you silenced it—
because i described your character.

i didn’t say you were fat.
i didn’t say you were ugly.
i didn’t say you were dumb.
(i didn’t even say your name.)

i actually said the opposite.
smart. capable. but…

i said you were absent.
i said you were resourced and chose nothing.
i said you ghosted me postpartum.

and instead of apologizing?
looking within?

you tried to erase the space.

📿 babe—don’t tell me you’re peaceful
if you’re actively trying to destroy the altar
because it reflects your shadow.

🕯️ you’re not being attacked.
you’re being witnessed.
that’s what’s killing you.

so again—
sucks the introspection hurt your feelings.

but don’t pretend you're a spiritual warrior
when the first time you were held accountable
you sent in a digital firing squad
to silence women processing real shit
(not like who in our fam
is going to steal the most money—
which i listened to,
considerately. lol)
on a healing blog
you never even knew existed
until it implicated you.

again—
namaste, bitch.

you really showed exactly
who you have always been—
a fake.
angry.
empty.
dirty as hell.

a traitor.
someone who refuses to self-reflect,
and sends her clowns to shut it down instead.
hey babe!
grow up!

go write in your journal.
pull a tarot.
clean your own filthy house.

✦