Subliminal Ads in YouTube Videos

I allow my almost two year old son to watch videos on YouTube. Not because I want him watching TV or even because I think that it’s ok that he’s watching. Personally, I wish we didn’t have a television at all but…

We live in a society that prides itself on autonomy above all things, leaving most of us with very little support or resources. Basically each family left to fend for it’s own.

I am not technically a single mother but life is complicated and I basically live like I am. 99% of the care of my son is my sole responsibility. It is exhausting. Add to that my chronic illness and left to fend for my own, I’m barely surviving. So… YouTube videos it is

This is something that while I try and work to accept, makes me feel angry. I feel like I don’t get to choose how I raise my child….

Today though, I’m not just angry, I’m livid.

It appears that there are subliminal messages in YouTube videos. I don’t know if it’s all videos. I don’t know if it’s creators or YouTube itself inserting the messages. Here’s what I do know.. .

My son was watching a video on my phone while I got dressed after our bath. He asked me for help and handed me the phone. The video has gotten stuck between frames and there was a message about stressing over your beach body. I didn’t get to read exactly what it said because it got unstuck and disappeared when the screen rotated.

This message was obviously aimed at mom’s but what other messages are they hiding? On YouTube and where else?

I am absolutely nauseated.

Beacons

I wonder what it would be like
if we could relinquish our shame
remove this cloud and remember the sound
of our holy collective name
if we were able to see clearly
my map and your key
would the path then be open
unfolding before us
battle free
I wonder if in accepting
that we truly are enough
our past of scars are not who we are
if it would open us up to love
knowing that the darkness
that we have both seen
is equal to the light
that we are able to bring
remembering we are beacons
beacons of light and love
you and me

This has to Change

My cat is sick.

He’s old. This is likely the end of the road for him.

He has an appointment at the vet tomorrow and I won’t be able to be there.

I am sick on top of sick.

Mustering the energy to stand for more than thirty seconds is an impossibility.

And yet, I still have to care for myself and my child.

There is not enough of me.

This society that we’ve built,

where everyone is separate,

and no one has enough,

is not and never has been sustainable.

If the pandemic has shown one thing,

it’s that this has to change.

Magical Life

Words flow and then they don’t.

Inspiration dries.

Writers block.

I know this is in part because I am sick. Again.

I wonder though if part of me is afraid to reveal truths in my life. Truths of my beliefs.

If I open up and let you see me, I risk being labled. Put into a box.

I don’t think that’s ever helpful, really, putting others in boxes. People are too wonderfully, gloriously, messily complex to fit into any one box. Still, we, people tend to do just that and I think that I may be afraid that if I open up, I’ll get stuck in a box and you won’t hear me. I suppose if that’s the case, my words are not for you and that has to be ok

I also wonder if part of me, the overly logical, rational part is afraid of looking foolish. The part of me that struggles to believe, no matter the things I’ve experienced.

And to that part, I ask who cares?

Should we fully allow ourself to embrace this crazy life we live, what is the harm? Are there pains on this path? Most definitely but not ones that I would give up

Maybe, just maybe,

It’s ok to surrender

and live life openly

And magically.

Impossible

The distance between where I am and where I’d like to be is so vast it seems impossible to traverse.

Yet here I am, barely registering a situation that even a year ago would have sent me spinning.

A year ago, I would have thought this impossible

I can do the impossible.

Momming is…

hard. Period.

Add chronic illness to the mix and some days feel down right impossible.

I’m sorry for all the ways I feel like I fail you every day.

I’m healing my love,

as much for you as for myself.

Bad Mother F*cker like Me

“How did we even find each other?”

Destiny manifest.

You dreaming of the one who could love you completely.

Me calling in a bad mother fucker like me. On repeat.

And you are.,..a bad mother fucker just like me.

But somewhere along the way I forgot myself.

Started making myself small, as I tend to do.

I needed the reminder today,

you are a bad mother fucker

just like ME.