Thursday, November 27, 2025

Thankful & Grateful: Things & People I Am Thankful & Grateful For In 2025...and Beyond!

 

Thankful & Grateful: Things & People I Am Thankful & Grateful For In 2025...and Beyond!

Gratitude and thankfulness are keys to a positive life. I am grateful every single day for having a platform I can write and share my thoughts and feelings with thousands across the world! Whether it is in a prose, such as my latest post, or sharing my poems, or writing books on Amazon, I'm grateful for my writing skills and my communication abilities, despite a natal Chiron in Gemini (in astrology, Chiron is the wounded healer. It shows what we struggle with that we ultimately come to heal in this lifetime. Gemini rules communication, learning, K-12 education, mental health, thoughts).


Any who, enough astrology talk. I would like to share a spotlight on some things and people I am absolutely grateful and thankful for this year, 2025. I plan on making this a yearly post in November.


Cool New People I've Met

- I'm grateful for my new friend Tina. She and I went to school together but we never really orbited each other until she friended me on Facebook. We struck up a conversation one day, and she has been such a great friend to me. Her CNA / caretaker knowledge has helped me so much with navigating stuff with my dad in the hospital. She also recommended a fantastic book I am currently reading, titled Role Reversal: How to Take Care of Yourself and Your Aging Parents. I'd be up a crick if it weren't for Tina and her knowledge.  I'm grateful our paths crossed 20+ years later.


- I'm thankful for my Instagram friend @jijisworldd, Jiji. She's an amazing friend and she's always encouraging. She was one of my earliest supporters on my tarot reading Instagram. I try to support her YouTuber journey as much as I can. I am inspired by her endless creativity and her kindness. 

- I'm grateful for two vendors I interacted with at Witches Weekend this year. Amy of American Art & Glass, and Ruthie. I had the pleasure to read their tarot cards and they had nothing but nice words to say. They both even offered to take some business cards of mine to give to their friends. I hope I run into them both next year and purchase some of their goodies (we traded with each other this year). 

- A man named Brandon who read my aura at Totem Books. He was a pretty cool dude who didn't ridicule me when I read his tarot cards (and failed miserably!). He read my aura before he got a reading with me at my free tarot reading event. He said my aura was very bright. And he said it was blue, green, pink, and light blue. The light blue was sadness. The blue means I am an honest communicator. And the green was healing energy and pink was full of love. 


People In My Life Who Have Returned


- Jill Welch.  I'm so grateful to my elementary teacher. She cheers me on with my writing and in life. It has been wonderful reconnecting with her on Facebook. She has made a real difference in my life by nurturing my abilities in school. She also taught me empathy as a child. And shared a ton of life lessons, such as not smoking and drinking, especially while pregnant, and making me feel good in my skin like Niki Taylor.


- Lauralyn Kearney. My life coach/business coach/editor/and friend. How many hats does Lauralyn wear in my life?! lol.  But seriously, I appreciate her talent and her friendship so much. Her kindness, her empathy, and her love flow through me. I met Lauralyn in 2008/2009? When I reached out to her Angel Therapy business, where she was a gifted medium (the only one I believe in) and she did a reading on my beloved cat from childhood, Friske. She said I would find another cat. While she described a white cat, I found another cat — who looked like Friske! My beloved Razzles! That reading was so healing. She also predicted I would be a writer and tarot reader for a long time. And believe it or not, she was on TV once! She was on WeTV's The Secret Lives of Women. That's how I found her! Lol.


- Sarshi.  Sarshi is my friend I met on Facebook back in 2022/2023. We met on my tarot reading page and been friends ever since. Sarshi is a talented artist and I appreciate their art so much! I also appreciate being neurodivergent together, sharing a diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder and autism.  Before a doctor diagnosed me with bipolar disorder, I had a diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder.


- Justin, the ex. Okay, okay, Justin gets a poor reputation in my writing world. He's the Trump supporter. He's the one who can treat me like a liberal punching bag. He's the one who lacks empathy and is highly logical. But you know what? He's a better friend than he is a lover. That's why he's my best friend. Even though he agrees with everything that is wrong with this world, he is my rock. He's someone I want to reach out to with every bad/good thing that happens to me. We met online on an adult-oriented Internet forum of a famous sex story site. And we've been friends ever since. What started with lust, turned into friendship, turned into a horrible relationship experience, to being friends. We met in person in 2012 and dated briefly in 2013. He dumped me for someone else who he met on the adult-oriented forum. He claimed she was his soulmate. And then she just used him for his money and dumped him. He was heartbroken for a few years. Then, he finally noticed me. And that's where the story of our two-year relationship began.


Family

- My mom and dad. Seriously. I am always grateful and thankful for them. Every single day in my life. When they make me want to pull my hair out and scream. When they make me cry when they yell at me. And of course, when they show me love through their own love language (which is gifts and quality time). I'm glad these two humans met and fell in love. Although I am not sure why they created me and if I am grateful they created me, maybe someone out there is grateful they created me LOL. Highly doubt it, but whatevs. 

- My niece & nephew, Frances & Sollux. These two are my babies for life. I never had the opportunity to have children of my own. They showed me how hard it is to raise a child. They showed me how much energy you needed and how much love you must give. I appreciate them for letting me be a kid with them, growing up with them in a way in my 20s and 30s. Now that they are young adults, they're great people. Great humans I helped raise. Frances is a big-hearted, empathetic individual. Sollux is a humorous rebel beating to his own drum. I'm so proud of them and the humans they're turning out to be. I'm grateful for all the laughs we shared while they were babies and kids. I'm grateful for all the memories that make me smile.

- My cousin Tanya.  She's my best cousin friend FIVE-ever. She was someone I looked up to as a kid. She was also instrumental in me never picking up a cigarette despite it looking so cool to me. Her kindness, nurturing, and humor bring me a lot of joy. I am also grateful for summers spent together in Baldwin, Michigan, and Manistique, Michigan. She was probably the only family member who didn't ridicule me when I had tantrums and meltdowns. And she didn't mind me "dancing" (otherwise known as autistic flapping) in my underwear.

- My sister Jenny. My sister and I don't really have that great of a relationship. In fact, she once stated "We're too different to attempt a relationship."  That hurt. But yet, it's probably true. She's someone I also looked up to and adored. And I still look up to her and adore her. She inspired my taste in the 1980s cartoons and music (The Cure, The Smiths, Shakespear's Sister, Debbie Gibson...). She's 7.5 years older than I am. I'm still grateful to her because she does my hair, and she loves me, even though we're not best friends like you see other sisters on TV. I'm grateful she inherited my grandma Annette's profession and can at least make my hair look good.

- My Uncle Jim Tate III. My uncle Jim is also neurodivergent. He has ADHD and possibly autism. We bond over that. He recently attended a book signing back in June. And he purchased three of my books (one of which was for a friend). He has such an enormous heart, and he's a giant. He looks tough, but deep down he's a softy. That's his Cancer sun. I've always appreciated my Uncle Jim because he's different from most of the Tates. I respect him. 

- My Uncle Dale & Aunt Vicky. My Uncle Dale & Aunt Vicky are amazing people. They're the kindest, gentlest people ever. I'm grateful for their presence in my life. They are the only aunt and uncle who send me a birthday card on my birthday. I love them so much.

- My "Uncle Dude" aka Corey Tate. I'm grateful he makes me laugh when I am down and he reminds me that I am a Tate and I don't take shit from no one. And he reminds me that life is worth living and he'd kick my ass if I killed myself lol. He also warded off a stalker for me. Although that stalker tried to return in 2025 on my Facebook author page. I blocked him. And haven't heard from him since. If that stalker knows what's best for him, he'd stay away. My Uncle Dude and my Uncle Jim are very protective of me and know how to hide bodies ;-) HA! My Uncle Dude is also my biggest fan of my writing (maybe not as big as Uncle Jim LOL). He tells me he is so proud of me and this whole family is proud of me.

- My grandma Annette, my grandpa Harold. As I get older, I appreciate them more and more. They looked after my sister and I growing up. My grandma handled my meltdowns like a pro. She was kind, empathetic, and caring. She would listen to me talk about the boys at school that I liked and give me her wisdom. She would take me to McDonald's for dinner and let me play on the outdoor play-place, as long as I ate my dinner, which I did with her! My grandpa was funny. He would always call me a Farmer. And instead of hugs, I would give him high-fives because I felt uncomfortable hugging my grandpa. He did nothing to me. I was just shy, I guess. My grandpa would tease me and my grandma would have to butt in and defend me or tell Grandpa to knock it off. I took his death hard when he died in 1996. He was the first enormous loss in my life. I would dream about him coming back to life. In one dream, he told me that my dad's ankle would heal in two weeks. My dad's ankle healed two weeks after the dream (he fell off the ladder while cleaning the gutters). I wrote a paper in high school psychology about that phenomenon. I haven't had a dream about my grandpa Harold in a long time. I miss him. I also miss my grandma Annette.

- My Grandma Donna & Grandpa Jim. Their love started it all. Without them, there would be no dad. No me. My Grandma Donna was kind of an aloof woman. But she loved me, when I wasn't whining or being a spoiled brat. Grandma and I were close for living cities and eventually states away. We would write letters. She would share stories and wisdom. We would talk about family. She told me she always wanted to be a writer and that her life story was more controversial than Peyton Place. I still wonder what she meant by that. I have read Peyton Place and I imagine it was controversial for its time. It's also one of my favorite books. But I still wonder what was controversial in my grandma's life that would outshine Peyton Place. 

As for my grandpa Jim, I'm grateful for his love of music and songwriting. He has passed it down to me. Although I don't write songs, I write poems. I wish I wrote songs. My grandpa Jim was stubborn but friendly. He used to say about his grandchildren that they were all beautiful and there wasn't an ugly one in the bunch. 

Grandma Donna and Grandpa Jim divorced but remained friends. Grandma found love with Dwayne Sheffer, and my Grandpa found love with Karen Bielby (the step-grandmother who taught me how to read tarot cards).


Things I'm Grateful For

1. My new laptop. After my old laptop crashed after I tried downloading an update for the Sims and make room for that update, this laptop is a dream. It's also probably the last laptop I will ever have bought for me. My parents gifted me this laptop for my 41st birthday. They knew I needed it for business and my writing.

2. McDonald's. I know McDonald's is not the healthiest thing. But it's food. It's my comfort food. When I am stressed out, I long for a two-cheeseburger meal. When I want to celebrate, I want a Quarter Pounder with cheese meal. 

3. Pizza. Pizza sustained me for the longest time. I am grateful for it although now I'm kinda sick of it LOL. No pizza place makes good pizza. It's all okay. 

4. Music. I'm grateful for music. It's the only loud thing I appreciate. I love singing to Taylor Swift, and love thinking about future meet and greets with New Kids On The Block when I listen to them. 

5. Totem Books. They supported me for a long time as a tarot reader. Since 2022. Although they no longer have the metaphysical fairs, they believe in me as a tarot reader and as a writer. They buy my books, accept my tarot card and oracle card donations, and they let me do my free reading event and hang my business cards and flyers on their community board. 

6. Spinach. I'm grateful for one green I can tolerate!

7. Kosher Dill Pickles. Okay...this is another green, is it not?

8. Water. I lived outside of Flint. The water crisis made me thankful for Burton's clean water. I live near Burton and Flint, and I was thankful that our water was not contaminated.

9. Therapy and mental health meds. I'm grateful I have access to therapy and my mental health medications. Without Medicaid, I would have to pay thousands upon thousands of dollars for mental health care alone. And being a writer and tarot reader, I am not sitting on stacks of cash yet. Not even a little.

10. Although cats are NOT things, and they are family, I forgot to put them with family. And they should be number one! But I am grateful to Sassy and Skittles. They are my babies now. I adore the heck out of them. Their unconditional love makes me whole. Who needs a man when you have cats? :-D  


And that is who and what I am grateful for. Until next year!

Tell me below, what is the number one thing or person you're grateful for this year?

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

3 Things I Loved in November 2025 (and 1 thing I absolutely hated!)

 


It's time for our favorite monthly post! 3 Things I Loved in November 2025 (and 1 thing I absolutely hated!).  November started off terrible as my dad went to the hospital again by ambulance, and he's been in there all month. He gets released next Wednesday. And we still don't know why he lost all of his strength in his legs (but he is getting stronger with physical therapy).  November is ending on a sweeter note however, which I am thankful for. So let's look at 3 things I loved this month!

*ALERT* There are some spoilers to Valley of the Dolls, the 1967 movie.

1. Movies! Movies! Movies!
I watched a bunch of movies this month. They were mostly rom-coms and dramas. And a few Disney movies on Freeform as part of their 30 days of Disney thing they do now. I think my favorite movie I watched this month was Valley of the Dolls with Barbara Parkins, Sharon Tate, and Patty Duke. Patty Duke's character, Neely O'Hara continues to be a favorite character of mine. "I'm just hooked on dolls!", "Sparkle, Neely, Sparkle!", "Boobies, boobies, boobies."  Gosh, she has a lot of quotable lines! I'm surprised this isn't an aesthetic movie on Instagram, but yet, Gen Z kids don't like movies like Valley of the Dolls because it's politically incorrect. Fun fact: Patty Duke was bipolar in real life as well. So it's no wonder she made Neely come alive so much for me. Neely has the same Aries moon spark as me. She's loud, she's passionate, she's talented.  If I were re-creating this movie 20 years ago, I'd pick Lindsay Lohan to play Neely O'Hara. I think Lindsay would be a perfect Neely. 

*Spoiler alert* Also, I cried watching Jennifer North's suicide scene (Sharon Tate plays Jennifer). The way Tony was the only one who saw her beyond her body broke my heart. And with Tony having Huntington's Disease...ugh...breaks your heart. He doesn't even know Jennifer took her life! And Tony singing "Come Live With Me" at the beginning of the movie to Jennifer...omg...*deep hopeless romantic sigh*.  I still love Tony Skotti performing that song.

But anyway...that movie is soooo good! It's a favorite of mine. A cult classic that's not talked about enough on the internet! I think my niece is going to gift me the motion picture soundtrack on vinyl.

2. The Critic cartoon
The Critic is an early 90s adult cartoon that aired on ABC. I was watching Beauty and the Beast and I immediately thought about Jay Sherman's fantasy "Beauty and King Dork". And now I'm watching clips on YouTube. I'll probably watch this cartoon tonight before bed since it's free on Tubi. The Critic was politically incorrect and way ahead of its time. 

3. Laughter
I've enjoyed the moments where I got to laugh and be silly with family and friends. Whether it was texting parrot reels to a friend in the middle of the night or laughing with my dad in the hospital on his good days, I want to never take laughter for granted. I need more laughter in my life and more silly moments. 

And now for the one thing that I absolutely hated this month.  For the second month in a  row, we have....

My dad being in the hospital!

So even though my dad is now finally get some help, we still don't have answers as to why he lost his strength in his legs. I'm grateful they admitted him this time, but it's been a constant struggle.  He was in acute care for two weeks. Then they put him on the physical therapy floor for another two weeks. He gets out in December sometime. We can't even tell him his discharge date because that will uninspire him and he will want to go home NOW.  

Meanwhile, my mom, sister, and I are cleaning the house and getting prepared for his wheelchair and walker. We're getting a ramp one of these days for our back door. And my mom and I are learning how to help him.  And we are going to look into outside physical therapy for him to go to a few times week so he doesn't lose all of his progress he's made with physical therapy at the hospital.


And that concludes our monthly blog post! I'm not sure if these will continue in 2026 because according to my stats, these are the least viewed. I might switch to seasonal lists come January.  There will be one last one in December and that will be our 2026 wrap-up.  See ya next month!



Wednesday, November 19, 2025

I Look Horrible...(and I Don't Need You to Fix it!): A prose on how compliments can invalidate women's feelings

 


When I say I look horrible, I am not fishing for compliments. Do not argue with me and tell me "I am Cute."
My Facebook post from my personal page that says "When I say I look horrible, I am not fishing for compliments. I am saying I look horrible. Don't argue with me and call me "cute."



I am no longer afraid to say, "I look horrible" or "I feel horrible." And no, I do not need you to say, "You're cute!", and other well-meaning compliments and positive validation.


I used to always feel low about how I looked. The old me would have smiled softly when a fellow woman would say I was pretty. And I would soak up the compliment even more if a man told me I was still beautiful on days I didn't like my stomach or I had just finished crying my eyes out. 


Now I am taking my power back. I no longer require validation or compliments to "cover up" how I feel about myself when I take selfies with my dad or when I'm on the psych ward crying my eyes out after a suicide attempt. I'm going to say, "I look horrible, and that's okay." I don't need to be polished and perfect when life is falling apart or I am not in the most flattering of lighting.


When a woman says, "I look horrible", "I'm a mess", "I feel bad", this is not attention seeking. She is simply expressing parts of herself she doesn't love right now. And that's okay. 


She is not insecure. She isn't low-key "flirting" (really??). She is just expressing how she views herself or feels at this moment. Do not come in and try to "rescue her" (unless she asks for it). Let her feel what she feels and listen to her. When she's self-abusive, gently remind her, but let her feel her emotions.


Saying "I look horrible", "I feel bad", "I'm a mess" is NOT abuse! It's a temporary emotion. She can have bad days when her outfit isn't cute, or life is chaotic with a sick parent or colicky baby. 


Eventually, she bounces back from these moments. She feels good about herself. She loves her body. She has a day where the math is mathing and her asshole cats aren't knocking vases off the table.


She is allowed to feel bad. She is allowed to validate her own beauty and self-worth. She is allowed to express herself in any way she chooses and make you feel uncomfortable. Don't rush and fix her. Don't say, "You're gorgeous! Turn that frown upside down!" Instead, say, "I love you no matter what, and I will always be here."


A picture of my dad and I on his first good day in the hospital. Yes, he's still in the hospital. I am making a dumb face, and yes, I look horrible with frizzy poofy hair and the awkward smile. But I cherish this picture because it reminds me of the first good day my dad had in the two weeks he's been in the hospital.

Tell me, do you get upset when you're feeling horrible or think you look bad and someone pipes up and says "Aww, you're cute!" or "Shut up! You look good!" or other variations? Let me know in the comments! Let's vent together! I can't be the only one who feels like this!



Wednesday, November 5, 2025

From Then to Pen: Poetry Pieces From Specific Times In My Life

 


Welcome everyone to "From Then to Pen"! The theme for today is "write from different time periods of your life.  So I am going to share with you three, brand new poems I've written for this theme! Are you ready? Here we go!

Wednesday, October 29, 2025

3 Things I Loved in October 2025 (and 1 Thing I Absolutely Hated...)

 

3 Things I loved in October 2025 (and 1 Thing I absolutely hated)
We're coming to the end of October at the end of this week. It's time to dive into our monthly blog post, your favorite and mine, 3 Things I Loved in October (and 1 Thing I absolutely hated). October was a stressful month, but it made me stronger in the end. I realized I can do tarot readings and handle tough shit like my dad getting hospitalized (yes, he was hospitalized again) and having to be an assistant care taker.

Without further a due, let's dive into the positives and the one thing I hated with a passion this month.


1. White People Tacos aka Taco Bell

Taco Bell has been a comfort food for me (and I know one of my friends is going to cringe at this). I am a white person, therefore I eat white people tacos. Except my tacos are a little different. They are on a soft shell with just meat and cheese...and ketchup. It's probably not a taco at all, but it's a taco to me. I can't stand lettuce. And I'm not a huge fan of sauces. Sometimes if there is absolutely no ketchup, I'll put Mild sauce on my taco. But that's very rare as I carry ketchup packets with me when I eat inside at Taco Bell lmao. I'm so weird, right? My ex Zach thought that was so cringe. But he would order me my tacos and watch me put ketchup on them 🤣 For goodness sake, don't take me to a Mexican restaraunt where ketchup is not available! 🤣I once tried eating at a local Mexican restaraunt with my niece for my 40th birthday. They served my soft shell tacos with refried beans. The refried beans smelled so bad to me and I wouldn't eat the tacos because the  beans overpowered the taco smell LOL. I ended up paying for both, my niece and mine's dinner. My niece wanted to buy me dinner but I couldn't let her because I didn't eat none of my food. So I paid for both of our dinners. Please excuse me, I have the 'tism.


2. Taylor Swift's New Album, The Life of a Showgirl

I enjoyed Taylor's new album. I'm probably one of the few who did. I'm not an original Swiftie. I became a Swiftie when I heard "Wildest Dreams" and how it reminded me of my ex, Anthony. My favorite track on this album is "Cancelled!". I feel like I can relate to that song because I'm pretty sure I've been cancelled numerous times throughout my life. Where friends became enemies and people talk shit about me. I absolutely adore the chorus in the song:

Good thing I like my friends cancelledI like 'em cloaked in Gucci and in scandalLike my whiskey sourAnd poison thorny flowersWelcome to my underworldWhere it gets quite darkAt least you know exactly who your friends areThey're the ones with matching scars

My life since I turned 14 years old has been nothing but scandal LOL. 


3. And lastly, I really loved my Rainbow Brite costume I bought at halloweencostumes.com!

A 40-ish woman shoes off her Rainbow Brite costume, a cartoon character from the 1980s. 
A woman laughing holding up tarot cards at her table at a bookstore

A 40-ish woman gazing into the camera
There was also something macabre about having Twink as a purse. Like Zombie Brite killed her companion, Twink, and Rainbow Brite took Twink to a taxidermist and turned him into her purse 🤣Here's a picture of the Twink purse (and best thing was I got the purse on sale for $14.99, regular $19.99)

A 40-ish woman showing off her Rainbow Brite costume with a lamp lighting the background

See? Doesn't that look macabre??? 

Twink says "yeah yeah yeah!"

But anyway. The costume was comfortable. I appreciate that it has short sleeves because I am a perimenopausal woman and I get hot easily. I also loved the gloves and legwarmers and bow it came with. The bow was a barette you clip on your ponytail. The leg warmers definitely keep your legs warm. The only thing I didn't like was the belt wasn't long enough for my body. The dress fit, but the belt it didn't fit. So my sister (thank God for her seriously!) did some work with making an extender for it. I probably should have gotten the costume in a 3x instead of s 2x. But the site said true to size. So I figured 2x would have been fine. And it was for the dress. I thought the dress fit like a glove and I didn't look pregnant, unlike some Halloween costumes I've had in the past. This was my first Halloween costume I purchased since 2008. I would totally do it again!

And now, the one thing I absolutely hated about this month...you can probably guess...

My Dad Being in the Hospital...

So my dad's legs gave out on him this time. He couldn't walk or stand. My mom and I tried lifting him up off the ground for about an hour before we called an ambulance. My mom called 911 and it rang several times. No one answered. We called again and they answered on the second ring. They sent two (strong) women paramedics over. They almost didn't take my dad because he was mentally stable and conscious and the E.R. is for stabilization. But my mom was like "I don't know how I'll get him to his doctors, my daughter and I have tried lifting him but we can't". So then they asked my dad if he wanted to go the E.R. and my dad nodded yes. I was shocked because my dad never wants to go to the hospital. But he agreed to go.

He was treated for weakness. They gave him fluids, ran tests on him as they thought he had a bactertial infection as he had a high heart rate and he was coughing a lot. Negative on the bacterial infections. They had him walk at night and then he was able to come home that night around Midnight.

There's more to this story I'm not going to share just yet. My dad was supposed to follow up with his vein doctor and neurologist, since his arteries on his neck are closed 88%. But he never made the appointments. This time, he followed up with his primary care doctor as told. He prescribed him a walker, but the doctor wrote the wrong birthday down. We crossed out the wrong birthday and wrote the correct birthday, but the medical supply company wouldn't take the prescription. They had to get a new prescription faxed over. And we are in the process of waiting for his walker. And then on top of that, we're waiting for the appointment for the vein doctor and neurologist. They were supposed to call us to set up the appointments.

Sighs...I'm just over this stupid system. I'm glad I had my Uncle Dale to vent to on the phone a couple nights ago. He understands where I'm coming from as he and my mom took care of my grandma and granpa (their mom and dad) when they were my age.

It's also my Pluto squaring natal Pluto and Neptune squaring my natal Neptune. More so the Pluto squaring my natal Pluto.  The Neptune squaring my natal Neptune has more to do with my career and romantic relationships. But Pluto squaring natal Pluto lasts about 18 months and it started in September so I've got a while to go. 17 months to be exact. I'm counting down the days!

As for my dad, he's doing a little better. He's still shuffling while he walks (he's shuffled while walking for a few years now), but we have to keep an eye on him and be ready to catch him if he starts to fall or can't get out of the chair. So far he hasn't fallen again. And I hope he DOESN'T fall again and his walker gets here soon.

I'm just fed up with how long it takes to get things going with doctors offices and medical supply companies.

And that concludes what I hate most about this month and the three things I loved in October.  See you next month!











Wednesday, October 22, 2025

October Poem Dump

Happy Halloween, my Spookies! I'm not a big Halloween fan normally, but this year, I am so in the mood! I've been cozying up in bed watching Scooby-Doo and the Ghoul School, Hocus Pocus, Edward Scissorhands, Beetlejuice (which is my first time watching it!), and Looney Tunes Halloween cartoons! However, I haven't really had much inspiration to write spooky/horror themed poems. So instead, this dump will focus on "scary relationships" I've been in. Poems about being with an emotionally manipulative person, my rape (since it's been 26 years since my rape happened), and healing, because not all horror films end in sequels and some of them do have happy endings with the "last girl/guy" getting revenge or peace.  So sit back, grab a cuppa, it's a long one today! Don't be a lurker! Let me know if any of my poems resonated with you, as well!

CONTENT WARNING: It gets a little dark here with discussions of rape and victim-shaming/victim-blaming. You have been warned! If these bother you, you might wanna skip this post.


So may I present to you...the horror of my attempts at finding romance.

Little Man
By: Samantha Jean Tate
(as seen in the book, GROWTH: A Healing Journey of Poetry and Prose)

Little man

You think you can hurt me

By using my weaknesses against me

Little man

You think I actually care

Little man

You think you can hurt me

By your boasting of hookers, booze, and sex

But you know what, little man

Unlike you, I am doing the inner work

I don't need your passive aggressiveness

And fetal attempts to make me jealous

But haha!

I laugh at your pathetic attempt

Little man, I am unphased by your littleness

Now go somewhere far away

And never come back!


Dennis By: Samantha Jean Tate (as seen in GROWTH: A Healing Journey of Poetry and Prose)


I had to do it

I liked you

But you let being hurt in the past

Block something that could have been meaningful

But you know what?

Your mopiness isn't worth my time and energy

You say you're surrounded by friends

But yet you.message me out of loneliness

I'm lonely too

But you know what?

I'm not lonely enough to settle for you

So I'm blocking you

And keeping you away from me

To protect my own sanity


Standards (or also known as Untitled #1) By: Samantha Jean Tate (as seen in GROWTH: A Healing Journey of Poetry and Prose)


He really fucked me up

I lowered my standards

When he should have met me

At mine

He told me we had a special bond

A bond that couldn't be broken

But I broke that bond

When I realized

He was never going to leave her

For me

He may have been my best friend

My soulmate

My cuddle buddy

But he used me

For his own needs

He was being selfish

I tolerated it

But not anymore

I'm changing I'm evolving

I'm saying goodbye to him

And the old me with lowered standards


J

By: Samantha Jean Tate (as seen in GROWTH: A Healing Journey of Poetry and Prose)

J's are for JERKS

J's are egotistical 

Maniacal 

J's are unloving

And selfish

J's do not do JUSTICE, justice

J's are liars

Manipulative

Con-artists

Stay away from the J's

They're no good for you

They make you less JOLLY

They make you JUDGE yourself harshly

Because they are impossible to satisfy

J's are JERKS



You Are My Devil

By: Samantha Jean Tate

(as seen in GROWTH: A Healing Journey of Poetry and Prose)

You are my devil

Do I succumb to temptation?

Or will I finally break the chains

That chain me down to you?


You are my devil

My weakness

My flaw

My addiction

You tempt me

As I walk the shadow of death

I don't like being alone

But I also don't like

Being used

And manipulated

And sexualized


You are my devil

Why must you come back

When I'm at my lowest?

There's only one way out of Hell

And that is to fight your way out

I will fight this gravitational pull

I will fight every temptation

I will keep fighting for me

Because I deserve better

Than an addiction

Than sex

Than sweet words without actions


You are my devil.



I Was Prepared, But It Still Hurt By: Samantha Jean Tate (as seen in GROWTH: A Healing Journey of Poetry and Prose)

I was prepared, but it still hurt

I was prepared, but it didn't go as planned

I was prepared, but I was let down again

I was prepared, but I thought I had a chance

I was prepared, but I was unprepared for the baggage

The turmoil, the trauma, the hurts

From yesteryear when we were kids

You said he was a dick

And you understood me so much more than anyone else has ever gotten me

Is this love?


I was prepared, but I was caught off guard

I was prepared, but I drew The Tower

I was prepared, but I had high hopes

I was prepared, but then you broke the news

You didn't want to lead me on

You were honest and forthright in your affairs

You met someone

And that was that.


I was prepared, but it still hurt

I was prepared, but I cried

I was prepared, but I was left alone.


You By: Samantha Jean Tate (as seen in GROWTH: A Healing Journey of Poetry and Prose)

You may have raped me

You may have threatened me

I was scared then

I wish I would have spoken up

I wish I didn't lack courage

You took a piece of my innocence

A piece I'll never get back

It didn't haunt me

Up until now

I dream of you

You terrorizing me

Turning my friends into enemies

My family into strangers

You making me miserable

Every chance you got

You set wolves out to get me

You lit the match and set fire to my home

But you know what you can't rob me of?

Peace.

My inner peace.

I refuse to let you make me scared

Of other men, of love, of all good things

But I will let you know

You made me realize

How risky and how foolish I was.

I am wise now.

I'm on to you, demon

I banish you from my mind, my dreams

Be gone!


Am I Crazy? By: Samantha Jean Tate (dedicated to those who have second-guessed themselves and listened to victim-shaming friends & family)


Did it really happen?

Did I misinterpret your intentions?

Did I somehow lead you on?

I liked you

I thought you liked me

I figured you were lustful and wanted my soul

But it turned out you just wanted my body

Or any body

You didn't care whose body it was or the person inside

You had to get your sexual healing through me

When we were alone, I saw the monster that you are

Unfortunately, I was only 17

And didn't know what to do

So I went along with it, despite not wanting to

You threatened to make my life a living hell

If I ever told

I know in your past someone acted like this toward you

But it gives you NO RIGHT to have hurt me like you did

Now, at 40, I wonder

Did I make this all up?

Am I crazy?



Haunting Memories By: Samantha Jean Tate (as seen in my book, See Ya & Other Goodbyes: Poems & Prose About Life, Love, and Loss Through My Eyes)


I remember

The day we said goodbye—

At Pizza Hut,

Sharing a slice,

Talking, but not really.

You barely spoke,

And I barely knew how to say it.

"Let's just be friends," I whispered.

Your eyes, wide and wet,

Betrayed the words you hoped not to hear.

You wanted more.

But darling,I had wronged you.

You didn’t deserve it—

The hurt I caused,

The distance I built.

And I?

I didn’t deserve someone

As good as you.

I pushed you away.

Pushed.

Pushed.

Pushed.

I shoved you away.

Shoved.

Shoved.

Shoved.

The car ride home was silent,

Even the radio stood still.

It felt like the world had died.

But it wasn’t the world, it was us.

Our world ended that cold December day.

Now, all I have left

Are memories—

Memories that haunt,

That linger,

Of you,

Of us,

And the life we let slip away.


While You Clicked Everything Else By: Samantha Jean Tate


I was always open, 

but never in focus 

Always on the sidelines, never included 

I waited faithfully, like a dog waiting for his owner to come home from work 

I was just a background tab. 

I was not prioritized, 

as you browsed other tabs 

You made excuses, 

I sat by and loved you through the chaos. 

You opened me when you were lonely, 

or needed to decompress.

I was the background music--

soothing, familiar,

But never enough to earn your full attention.

You would minimize me when the world distracted you.


I waited—

spinning wheels,

buffering love

you never stayed long enough to download.


I watched you click on

everyone else,

while I silently screamed

in pop-up windows you dismissed.


But I am not an app. 

Not a shortcut. 

Not something to be forgotten, 

Not something to ignore. 

Just because you lost interest.


That time you opened me after a fight,

then minimized me again,

it ignited anger,

a desperate need to be seen.


So I denied access...

Closed my tab...

Cleared the cache...

your screen felt empty—

it crashed.


I will no longer be forgotten.

I will no longer be ignored.

I will be forever cherished

and adored.

I'll be someone's main tab—

Someone who sees my content,

Hears my background music.

And is fully present.

Someone will choose me someday,

but it will never be you.


The Math Ain't Mathing By: Samantha Jean Tate


I called it love 

But he changed his mind, 

I was doing all the emotional labor 

While he went and played hanky panky 

He cheated on me with her 

Then cheated on her with me-- 

A love triangle with no angles, 

Just circles. 

Repeating. 

Spinning in chaos.


He said he was confused,

I say he was consistent--

Consistently full of shit

Like his brown eyes


He thought he was the main character,

But now he follows my socials,

Scrolling through the glow-up,

Reading the story he got written out of.


As for me?

I'm the plot twist. 

The one who lived. 

The one who healed. 

The one who turns heartache into art. 

Thank you, next chapter.


I Cast This Spell By: Samantha Jean Tate


I cast this spell

So you may feel what I felt

So time turns bitter in your hands

So love becomes a stranger you never get to meet

May your hours be dismissed like mine were—

discarded, unseen, undervalued.


I cast this spell

Not for revenge—

But for protection.

For my sisters,

for myself.

And for you to realize

You. Don't. Matter. To. Me. Anymore.

May the weight of your own ignorance press on you like silence pressed on me.


I cast this spell

So you cannot touch me again

You are not my soulmate.

You were never my sanctuary

I banish your name, your energy, your echo

Across this life and the next—

Across every dimension and timeline

You do not follow me into the future

This is my final spell

By fire, by salt, by smoke, by storm—

Be gone!


This spell is invoked for every woman who waited.

For every sister unseen.

For every heart that was treated like a convenience.

I cast this spell

For her and for me!



The Ripper By: Samantha Jean Tate


Here I am, listening to that stupid heavy metal song you introduced me to.

And now it won't stop playing in my head.

The guitar riffs sounds like us arguing.

I am The Ripper.

The Ripper of your heart.


Leftist Punching Bag By: Samantha Jean Tate


I once voted for a villain

to make someone else happy.

This someone convinced me 

People misunderstood the villain.

The person I made happy?

He still bitched.

He still complained.

He still felt lonely and misunderstood.

He still had an icy heart

and didn't give a flying fuck about my grand gesture.

He said he wanted me to stay liberal.

He enjoyed challenging my point of view.

But I don't argue when we clearly do not see

eye to eye.

I was just his leftist punching bag.

And somehow, 

He still had my heart.


Where Did I Go? By: Samantha Jean Tate


"Where did you go?"

I went somewhere...

Far, far away.

Where your toxicity can't touch me,

Your words can't mess with my mind,

and where I can finally get off this hamster wheel

Of love.

And it's finally quiet here.


Mouse Trap By: Samantha Jean Tate


how do i say "i miss you"

when you were as toxic as

poisoned peanut butter

on a mouse trap?


how do I tell you "i love you"

but you're as unhealthy as a

cigarette and McDonald's?


how do i say "i'm letting you go"

but not shed a tear

and how do i sit

with the discomfort?


my current distress

doesn't mean

there's something more there.

it just means i'm struggling

to quit you like a bad habit.

to not fall for your

mouse trap.


Caaaaaaaaaat

By: Samantha Jean Tate


Cat, you're wierd.

You can't even spell weird right

because you assume

your private school education 

is superior.


Cat, you're weird.

Your lack of empathy

isn't a flex.

You think you're not fooled,

not easily brainwashed—

but you are.

You are in the cult 

of false heroes

and there's nothing I can do

but save myself

from you.


Cat, you're an odd fellow

You think you're mellow

But you are a sad, angry man

scared to be alone.

You don't want me,

you just want someone

to validate

your hate.



I'm Tired (a Response to an Emotionally Manipulative Ex) By: Samantha Jean Tate


My dad was in the hospital recently. My mom and I have had to watch my dad closely to make sure he doesn't fall as he's fallen a few times in recent months and his legs gave out on him when he went to the hospital. He couldn't walk or stand, so we had to call an ambulance. He was just home from the hospital and I was EXHAUSTED from worrying and helping my mom take care of my dad, and getting ready for a couple of events later that week that I was doing tarot readings. I had reached out to him the night before after my dad got home from the hospital. I was looking for comfort and familiarity. But he wasn't very empathetic. Instead, he wanted to talk about politics (after I had told him I did not want to talk about politics because all we do is fight and we do not understand each other) and how he, Trump and the right wingers aren't white supremacists and are just deeply misunderstood. He then continued to talk about masturbation and porn. I went to sleep.

The next day, I had confided in him that I was tired and wanted to take a nap while my mom ran to the store. He replied back with a frowny face and a "I'm sorry." I then wrote I do not have a nurturing bone in my body and that this was why I want to be alone and look after myself. I could never take care of someone properly. He responded with a damn joke about "boning me". I immediately blocked him. He screwed up his last chance to show a little bit of empathy to be a friend. Since we were friends before lovers. He was my best friend. But no, he's an asshole who doesn't even love himself. Instead, he craves attention from others and their love and approval. He ain't going to find it from me. And he's no longer my best friend, friend, or acquaintance. We are strangers once again.

Sunday night, he sends me this email claiming he's done with me. This is my response to his e-mail that I never sent him because he doesn't deserve a response.


"I'm tired of you blocking me without saying a word."

I'm tired of explaining and defending my feelings.

"I'm tired of you never working anything out like an adult."

I'm tired of you making me feel crazy when I try to explain why I feel things.

"I'm tired of never knowing if you'll fly off the handle or not."

I'm tired of having my boundaries crossed after I've given you numerous chances to learn my boundaries and abide by them.

"I'm tired of investing into something that can blow up at any time for any reason, with you making up stories in your head to be mad at me about."

I'm tired of having to justify my reasons for feeling my feelings. I'm tired of you gaslighting me, making me feel crazy that things you do didn't really happen. I'm tired of trying to understand you when you don't even understand me.

You think you know me, but you don't.

You think you deserve a medal because you stood by me when I was at my lowest.

You think you are perfect and do everything right,

when all you like to do is fight.

You think you deserve my loyalty,

because you're too afraid to be alone.

Because nobody loves you, not even yourself.

"I'm sick of it. Goodbye."

Me too, I'm out!



Here are some hotline numbers if you are in need of some support:


RAINN (Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network) 

https://rainn.org/

1-800-656-4673  

Available 24/7

The National Domestic Violence Hotline:
 This organization provides 24/7 confidential and anonymous support via phone, text, or online chat. Advocates can offer safety planning, resources, and referrals to local services, and help individuals in emotionally abusive situations.

    • Call: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)
    • Text: "START" to 88788
    • Chat: Visit thehotline.or

      Love Is Respect: A national resource for young people experiencing dating abuse. It offers a 24/7 helpline with resources on safety planning and identifying healthy versus unhealthy relationships
      Call: 1-866-331-947
      Text: "LOVEIS" to 22522
      Chat: Visit loveisrespect.org
  • Crisis Text Line: Provides 24/7 free, confidential support from a trained crisis counselor via text. This can be a safe way to reach out for immediate help.
    • Text: "CONNECT" to 741741

Also, don't be afraid to reach out to a qualified therapist or counselor. Find a reputable counselor or therapist at https://www.psychologytoday.com/us or check with your country and healthcare provider.



I would like to thank my therapist, Candace, for helping me process my rape, the second-guessing I felt while processing my rape, and helping me untangle my toxic relationships and messy, complicated feelings.  Thank you!