Smile Through the Rain: Never Underestimate the Underdog
Updated: Sep 6
Disclaimer: I’m fully aware that other beautiful loves around the world have been through worse, and my heart goes out to them. For me personally, this is the purging of a situation through writing that I can now laugh at because of how ridiculous it was…traumatic…but still ridiculous.
As I sit here sunbathing, I’m just thinking about how grateful I am and how much I appreciate the simple things in life, including waking up, laughing, smiling, breathing, talking, meditating outside, walking in nature, being in good health, being Divinely protected, etc. Sometimes the luxuries of life really…are…free. I never imagined a lil’ “middle-class” suburban gyal like me going through what I went through, but it is what it is. I’ve always been the quiet, observant mediator, but now isn’t the time to ramble…because let’s face it, WE ALL have a shadow self, and you’re lying if you say you don’t.
I’m not one to encourage toxic positivity because things happen in life and negative emotions or trauma may come with the human experience, but we all have a choice to keep moving forward when provided the opportunity. I’m a firm believer that no one is perfect and we’re all a work in progress, so mistakes happen…plus, I’ve reached a point in my healing journey where I’m comfortable discussing in semi-full detail how one moment almost changed the course of my life.
Even before this situation happened, I remember posting on YouTube when I had my ‘the diary of coco couler: life in color’ turned into ‘healing through honesty ’; I deleted it out of insecurities and now rebooted as ‘Healing Through Honesty’…again…but doing it unapologetically.
Even with life happening in the background, as far as recovering from my car accident, taking a risk to be a full-time business owner with a real LLC, going through financial issues, self-sabotaging, accepting disrespect from others, etc.I was appreciating the simple things. More insight can be found here(: The Beginning of Healing Through Honesty: Taking Accountability, but keep reading this one.
For those who actually take the time to read - which is truly appreciated and loved…like a lot - follow the links in each post to go down the rabbit hole. I don’t do this for money, but even if I did..chile, anywho…we’ll see…I’m learning that it’s easier said than done to grow on social media organically, but I’m in no rush. Being a PharmD/RPh by day, traveling the world, etc., and documenting the journey along the way, actually seems like a vibe when I really think about it. To be honest, I loathe social media sometimes, but the politics behind it all are none of my business. Plus, it’s chaotic, but the least I can do is put things out there. That’s the first step of manifesting, right? rolls eyes and inserts grimacing emoji
I thought I wanted to start an Instagram from scratch again, but decided to stick with YouTube because I don’t care to be seen/known, but at the same time, I’m also learning that it’s okay to be seen(like in the Avatar movie - “I see you”)
So tap in and enjoy the journey. You become a ghost/zombie in the internet streets anyways once you stop posting sometimes. As I heal, I hope to also help/heal anyone else who comes across my pathway that aligns with my journey and takes the time to read, watch, or listen.
Anywho, it’s weird thinking about how quickly my life changed; I was a third-year grad student, about to finish my last year to become a Doctor of Pharmacy, I was in real estate school, and I was taking care of me and my fur baby, Bruno, just fine. Unfortunately, my fur baby has been euthanized, a plethora of other things, and a neighbor collaborated with other individuals to get me arrested. I was already in the hallway, and she came towards me in our apartment complex. Unfortunately, pushing her away(nothing else) allowed her and others to try and set me up as a menace to society, but I digress. Instead of telling the truth, she and whoever was involved fabricated an entire report(technically report(s) plural), falsely claiming to have photos of something that literally never happened and almost got me evicted (keyword: ALMOST). Unfortunately, they succeeded in having me sit in jail over the weekend, but thankfully my family bailed me out, and afterwards, I was ready to openly and honestly speak on the nonsense in the lower court, as well as take accountability for pushing her. Thankfully, lower courts and higher courts do things differently. I love seeing 222.
It’s almost ironic because the day I called the police to let them know that on their website(the day I was arrested), it’s a criminal offense to file a false criminal report, I was advised that it was a civil matter. I can’t speak for anyone else, but it definitely didn’t feel like a civil matter. But me being me, I literally smiled and laughed through my lowest moment and remained respectful with the officers (the majority of them were cool or whatever) and anyone else I encountered throughout the process. When having a former Texas warden and master at arms veteran as parents, there’s an unspoken understanding about respect.
Would I have apologized? Absolutely! Was I wrong for pushing her? Yes (even though I really want to say maybe or no because I was already in the hallway, she was a stranger, and in the moment, I reacted from a defense mechanism.
Plus, typically the property manager or someone calls, but I was never notified by phone call. Unfortunately, I didn’t see the one email that was sent until months later and never received a fine on my rent for the “noise”. I was so tired of my words and literal cry for help being dismissed and ignored from 2022-2023. Being heard and being listened to are two different things. Sometimes words mean nothing with no action behind them, and I learned that the hard way from the people I “trusted”. I was giving everyone the benefit of the doubt, but in return I received snakes in the grass and even had to check someone for confronting me with chaotic bullshit, trying to insult me and insert me into their drama. My phone stays as dry as the Sahara Desert. I’m not an op, I don’t argue over men, and I certainly don’t fight over pogo stick, a.k.a. dick. Enough was enough. I was supporting myself, I’m as loyal as they come, and I was literally drinking my water and minding my business in peace, but sometimes people will still find a reason to find fault in whatever you do.
Unfortunately, I’m not the type to want a sugar daddy, and when push comes to shove, no pun intended lol, my intellect and personality are what I want people to be attracted to, not my body. It is what it is, sigh. Anywho, I had been living at my “luxury” apartment complex in peace and stability for going on 5 years, but then all of a sudden, I had neighbors from hell and conniving property managers, etc., doing the most and fabricating documents. Being passive-aggressive was no longer an option, and I took the risk when I started playing my music loudly from 6 a.m. to 7 am to stay within community guidelines.
But when a former neighbor decided to collaborate with others by lying and saying I punched her three times and pulled her hair, etc., I literally thought I was being pranked or scammed?! Like, why do something so outlandish? It's okay to be emotional and call the police, but to press charges knowing that what you're saying is a ridiculous lie? Complete nonsense. Mind you, I had reported my wallet stolen/missing one week before this stranger decided to press charges against me for something I never did.
Lying in the court of law isn't my cup of tea, but clearly people do it all the time (Chile, 2023 was my first time being in court back-to-back like that), and the thought of lying in court scares me. Anywho, as someone who’s actually been assaulted and had my car vandalized, shout out to my 2009 chevy cobalt, because of domestic violence by an ex, it made me think about how even when I had called the police back in the day, I didn’t press charges because I know what something like that can do to someone’s life. I’m no perfect patty, honey…trust and believe that…but I’ve come to realize that some people never like to take full accountability for intentionally antagonizing people, and you can only isolate and back someone up into a corner so much before they decide to stop being a pushover. Sigh, I…really…hate…bullies, but minding my business is free, and literally no one is worth my peace of mind, emotional boundaries, or freedom. I have purpose, and not in a negative way either. And so do you, when someone reads this!
Either way, I’m still standing, and I have nothing but gratitude…the banging and harassment on my door in September is a different story, though…Was I wrong for playing loud music? Absolutely, but even in the midst of it, thankfully I don’t have a horror story about being mistreated by anyone while in jail (which I was never supposed to be in, in the first place), unlike other people. I read my books and minded my business. Thank God! I wasn’t about to eat that tray food or bologna, though; THE DEVIL IS A LIE, honey! I would've rather starved to death...literally.
Anywho, as a result, I’m stronger than ever, back on track to complete my Doctorate, and I’m taking every lesson from life and allowing them to keep me grounded in peace and trusting my discernment.
Sometimes rising like a phoenix from the ashes and blossoming into a rose is justice enough.
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