The Addicts Who Raised Me : A Dark Comedy

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If your ‘squad’ disappears when you’re depressed, they were never your ride or dies—just fair-weather fakes."

The Addicts Who Raised Me : A Dark Comedy

What happens when the people you love most can’t—or won’t—see their own demons? This is for anyone who’s: * Loved someone who’s always “quitting tomorrow” * Been the “mature one” in a parent-child role reversal * Had to separate the person from their addiction (without losing yourself in the process) No easy answers here just the dark humor and hard-won wisdom of loving addicts across generations. Because sometimes the bravest thing you can do is laugh at the absurdity… while refusing to repeat it.

Therapy, Meds , and Meltdowns

My mom called me “weak” for taking antidepressants—but fought to medicate my brother the second his anger scared her. This episode is for anyone told therapy is “for the broken,” when really, it’s the refusers who stay that way. We’re talking gendered hypocrisy, family therapy disasters (where the kidsdid all the “work”), and why crying in your therapist’s office isn’t defeat—it’s defiance. Spoiler: Calling us “snowflakes” won’t stop the cycle-breakers. It just proves we’re already stronger than they’ll ever be

Arrests, Kidnappings, and One Direction - a Childhood In Chaos

When most kids were playing tag, I was playing ‘Which Cop Car Will Show Up First?’ a game my brothers invented after our parents’ fights became a neighborhood spectacle. In this episode, I’m unpacking the whiplash of growing up in a home where ‘family bonding’ meant fake doctor’s appointments surprise, we’re moving states!, constant police involvement , and a dad who communicated his feelings via brick walls. Oh, and the time I weaponized a One Direction song to call my parents out on their toxic cycle. Fun, fun, fun!

Trust Fund Trauma: Why Money Can't Buy Loyalty

Family, greed, and betrayal. This week, we’re spilling trauma about inheritance wars, toxic power plays, and the Christmas my uncles stole the trust fund. From timed showers to shady notaries, money revealed who my family really was.