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Truama Therapy or Daddy Dom: I’ll be working out the kinks either way.

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Etsy just royally screwed me and didn’t even follow their own rules. Where do I go from here?

I knew going to Etsy was a risk after seeing all the reviews from sellers and being miss treated but I was just getting started and it was a platform I knew. Now I want out.

Any suggestions?

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Teardrop Waterfalls 💧

I’d rather be a comma than a full stop.

This sticker combines Coldplay’s Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall with the semicolon—a symbol of hope, survival, and the choice to keep going. Your story isn’t over yet, and this sticker is here to remind you of that.

✨ Available now on Etsy @ForbiddenSalt. Share your story with strength and hope. ✨

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🧂 Gaslight. Gatekeep. Got Salt? 🧂

Calling all Star Trek fans and POTS warriors! This sticker is a salty tribute to the Star Trek TOS salt vampire with a chronic illness twist. It’s quirky, it’s nerdy, and it’s perfect for anyone who needs a little extra sodium in their life.

✨ Grab yours on Etsy @ForbiddenSalt and add a dash of humor to your chronic illness toolkit. ✨

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🎵 ‘Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.’ 🎵

A little Swiftie magic meets a calming mental health reminder in this sticker. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Labyrinth and the practice of box breathing, it’s a gentle nudge to slow down and take care of yourself.

✨ Find it now on Etsy @ForbiddenSalt and let it be your guide through life’s twists and turns. ✨

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🔥 Female rage. 🔥

For the women who’ve had enough—of the gaslighting, the dismissals, and the silence. Inspired by Taylor Swift and designed for mental health and chronic illness warriors, this sticker is a battle cry for feminism and self-empowerment.

✨ Available now on Etsy @ForbiddenSalt. Let’s embrace the rage and spark a revolution. ✨

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🌿 Her labs were normal. 🌿

The words so many chronic illness warriors hear, yet our bodies tell a different story.

This sticker is for the fighters, the advocates, and everyone who’s been dismissed but refuses to give up. Let’s raise awareness about medical gaslighting and demand better care for the chronic illness community.

✨ Available now on Etsy @ForbiddenSalt. Let’s make our voices heard—one sticker at a time. ✨

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I Will Fall in Love With You Over and Over Again

Odysseus didn’t just come home; he fought for it. For his kingdom. For his son. And most importantly, for her. There’s something deeply powerful about this story, isn’t there? A man who builds a home with his bare hands, leaves to fight an impossible war, survives gods, monsters, and decades of heartbreak, and then returns to find his love threatened. The line between love and war is razor-thin, and Odysseus walks it in blood.

I drew him holding Penelope in his arms, bloodied from battle, standing in front of the olive tree bed he carved with his own hands. It’s such a powerful symbol—their love literally rooted in something unshakable, unmovable, and eternal. The lyrics “I will fall in love with you over and over again” stretch across the canopy of the bed, a quiet promise that transcends the chaos around them.

And then there’s the O+P I tucked into the tree bark, like teenage lovers carving their initials, as if this moment has always been inevitable, no matter how much time or tragedy tries to intervene. It’s the small details that make this story so timeless, so relatable.

This song from Epic the Musical—“Would You Fall in Love With Me Again”—just hits. It’s raw, it’s intense, and it’s everything I love about romance. Odysseus isn’t perfect. He’s blood-soaked, morally grey, and deeply flawed. But he’s also loyal to a fault, devoted to Penelope in a way that transcends the ages.

And honestly? That’s my favorite trope. A man who would burn the world, blow up the very ground where he stands, for the woman he loves. Call it morally grey or blood red—it doesn’t matter. There’s just something about that level of devotion. It’s messy, it’s chaotic, but it’s real.

Odysseus doesn’t just reclaim his home; he earns it. Not just for himself but for the family and the love that have been waiting, waiting, waiting. And that’s why this story, this drawing, this song—everything about it—is so deeply satisfying.

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Of course! Here’s a more concise version:

Athena: “Never once has he cheated on his wife.”

Hera: side-eye intensifies

Me: Zeus slander? Say less.

So, Athena’s convincing the gods to free Odysseus, and she wins over everyone—except Hera. But the moment Athena drops the “he’s loyal to his wife” bomb, Hera’s done. “Release him,” she says. Like, who could blame her? After everything Zeus has put her through, loyalty is suddenly looking real good. 😂

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Me: draws a siren literally plotting murder

Also me: sighs “Wow, this is so romantic!”

Suffering from Epic: The Musical is the kind of song that completely messes with your head. The siren gives you everything you think you want—everything. She becomes Penelope, Odysseus’s wife, and suddenly, he’s not fighting through wars or monsters. Instead, he’s standing face-to-face with the dream he’s been chasing all this time. She’s begging him to join her in the water, to leave everything behind and be with her forever.

But Odysseus? He’s not fooled. He’s onto her. He sees through the illusion. She’s pretending to be Penelope, offering him the one thing he’s been fighting for all along—the appearance of his wife, and yet, it’s all just a trap. He’s using her. He’s using her manipulation to get closer to the information he needs to finally return to Penelope, to the woman he truly loves.

And God, when he sings “The things I’d do for you,” it’s like a gut punch. There’s such longing in his voice. He’s willing to sacrifice everything for his wife, and that kind of devotion? God, give me a man who would burn the world down for me like that. The things I’d do for him…

But here’s the thing—the surface of this song is so romantic. It sounds like a dream. “Come play with me in the water.” That sweet, almost innocent request. That feeling of being wanted, needed, loved in the purest sense. But underneath it all, it’s a death sentence. The siren, even though she appears to be Penelope, is trying to lure him to his death.

And here’s where my mind goes: how much of this is like maladaptive daydreaming? The siren’s voice is seductive because it offers the dream—that idealized version of love, the one you’ve been imagining in your head, the one you’re always chasing but can never quite hold onto. I’m so guilty of it—falling in love with the vision of someone in my mind, or a fictional character, the fantasy of them that I’ve created. But the problem is, that love isn’t real. You can’t love someone who doesn’t exist, and in doing that, you rob yourself of living your actual life. It’s like dissociation: the dream world feels so much easier, so much more comforting than the real one.

The siren, in a way, represents that distorted vision of love. She offers everything you’ve ever wanted, but at what cost? Sure, it’s romantic, but it’s toxic. It’s a trap, and the real love—what Odysseus has with Penelope—is what he’s fighting to return to. Even though the dream looks perfect, he knows it’s not.

But as an Enneagram 2, as someone who wants to love so deeply that I’d take on others’ suffering, I get it. It’s that temptation to make someone’s pain mine, to save them, to turn their suffering into something I can manage because maybe, just maybe, they’ll love me in return. It’s romantic in the most disturbed way—yeah, but also, it’s human. And it’s real.

In the end, I’d take the suffering from anyone I loved—friends, family, anyone—because I’d do anything for them. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the real power of love: the willingness to carry that pain and still try to make something beautiful out of it. So long as you don’t kill both of you by drowning in love.

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“I’m not sorry for loving you!”

This song hits like a wave you didn’t see coming, and honestly? I’m still out here treading water. Who let Jorge Rivera-Herrans take a magnifying glass to my love life! Honestly he didn’t just write a song—he wrote the experience of every person who’s loved with their whole heart and still ended up alone. And let’s be honest, when you’re an Enneagram 2, an ENFJ, the Helper, loving too much feels less like a choice and more like breathing.

The thing about Calypso—yeah, maybe keeping Odysseus on the island wasn’t her best moment (a little toxic, sure). But can you blame her? She didn’t just want him—she needed someone, too. To love and to be loved in equal measure. That quiet desperation we don’t talk about enough: pouring love into friendships, family, jobs, anything, just to feel that connection and reciprocity. We give. We love. And then we wait.

Calypso gave Odysseus everything—her home, her time, her love. She wove it all together and said, “Here. Stay.” And still, he left. And if that’s not a metaphor for every time you’ve thrown your heart into someone or something—hoping they’d see the value of it—and watched them walk away, I don’t know what is.

And tell me why at 29, single and thriving (chronically alone but doing my best), I feel like I am on my own metaphorical Ogygia—this beautiful, lonely space I made for someone who hasn’t arrived yet. It’s mine, I’ve made it beautiful, but there’s still that quiet question: When will someone come? And if they do come, will they leave just as quickly? Will I be “too much,” or will they realize they have someplace else to be?

But here’s what I keep coming back to: I’m not sorry for the way I love. Desperately, fully, sometimes messily—sure. But it’s real. And I know I’m not alone in that. Calypso isn’t a villain for loving too hard; and neither am I.

If loving friends, family, partners—even jobs—feels like a lifeline, that’s okay. It’s not weakness. It’s proof of how much we’re capable of giving. Maybe my love traps me on an island sometimes, but at least it’s a love that’s worth something. And maybe someday, someone will see it and stay—not because they’re trapped, but because they want to.

Until then, I’m here on my island—building, growing, and owning my Calypso era. I love the way I do, and I’m not sorry for it.

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“I got all the power.”

It’s Circe season, and she’s not here to play nice. If you’re familiar with Epic: The Musical (or even if you just know your mythology), you’ll recognize the Puppeteer energy immediately—equal parts enchanting and unsettling. This is Circe: the hostess with ulterior motives, the manipulator who strings her guests along (literally and metaphorically). Pigs, marionettes, and quiet control are her tools.

The vibe? Pure power draped in elegance. Circe doesn’t snatch control—she lets you think you’re giving it to her. The subtle art of pulling strings while maintaining that soft, effortless exterior? Chef’s kiss. A masterclass in what it means to wield influence without breaking a sweat.

This track taps into something deep for me—maybe because, like Circe, there’s a part of me that thrives on being the unseen thread pulling things together. That push-pull of power and care, dominance and hospitality… It’s a delicate balance. She’s calm, she’s collected, but don’t be fooled: there’s iron behind that honeyed voice.

I’ll call it: “Puppeteer” might be my favorite song in the entire musical. But we’ll pretend I didn’t say that—some threads are better left unpulled, after all.

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This song came on today and it felt so appropriate

If we hold on together

I know our dreams will never die

Dreams see us through to forever

Where clouds roll by

For you and I

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You can’t tell me it’s not about women.

Trump lost to Biden. Trump won against Hillary and Kamala.

Ain’t nothing some people in this county hate more than the idea of a woman leading.

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I made it through most of the day on spite and rage. I wore black to morn my rights. I made jokes about red robes and bonnets.

And now… I’m laying in bed as it all settles in. Watching and or reading post after post and I can’t seem to stop my eyes from tearing up.

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I was notified that mine was rejected after busting my butt for days to get a replacement ballot. Then it was rejected. I did the thing and am waiting for it to be counted. In the meantime I’ve sent this to the office managing my ballot review:

Please count my ballot.

First I had to request a replacement. Now my ballot was rejected. I have sent in a photo of my passport to verify and digitally signed. It still says under review.

Please don’t silence my vote.

My vote needs to not be ignored, as a woman so much is at stake. Maybe it won’t change anything but please don’t add insult to injury by not counting my vote.

20 million votes have been uncounted

Link to this Tweet here

Link to the tweet here for the image above

Link to the White house

If you need further help in a quick format, here is one, but i urge you to also add in the details for requiring an investigation, not just recount.

I know its a shitty situation and were tired but we still have to try to fight for a life that's worth living.

If you can blaze this post, GO FOR IT!!!

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How the fuck you gunna play the YMCA for trump… who you calling a young man? That man so old his mold is turning orange