To the person that left me…

To the person that left me $135 cash under my phone at Starbucks, I can’t thank you enough for the blessing. You left me crying. Thank you for showing me that there’s still some good people out there.

In between all the stalking I’ve been going through. All these bad people want is to see me stay down. I keep my faith no matter what. I don’t ask for nothing, I give all I can give, and I’ve given my all literally. In between caring for everybody else I lost myself, and in between fighting all these people that have been bad to me and mistreated me really bad. I have fought for freedom, freedom of sexuality, freedom to embrace our own selves for who and what we are, freedom for acceptance without passing judgment, and I have fought for my own self.

I fought to get out of the trafficking, there’s too much stigma that revolves around sex work. No matter what that’s never an excuse to abuse anybody. I’ve completely gotten out of sex work. And I’m trying to build myself up the right way.

Thank you for being an angel in my darkest of times ❤️

I have to admit to be like this which I’ve never in my life could ever foresee not even in my worst times in my life before all this, for me it’s very humiliating and degrading to go through. It’s very dehumanizing and desensitizing. A lot of hard things in my mind and to know that people see me on the concrete sleeping and to know that I’ve been out in the public like I’ve been and that everybody knows me it’s one of the hardest things for me to deal with.

So I keep my spirits up I keep smiling and I keep laughing inside it does kill me. It does kill me to know that people want to see people in these situations and boast about it. It hurts to see how people thrive on hate. Especially is an empathy.

I know the demons lurk around me constantly thank you for letting me know the angels stay around me as well. I never lose my faith in God. Thank you