🩺Health Costs Too Much, But So Does Ignoring It🫀

August 22, 2025 – Friday Morning Reflection

I haven’t been here for a little while—at least since the 15th. Not much has changed since then, and some things have. This month, I’ve decided it’s time to step it up a notch in my life—not so much anywhere else.

My health is something I’ve never really taken seriously, though I should have.

I’ve started including a simple, 10-minute heart-healthy workout in my daily routine. Because we all need some cardio. To put it plainly, my blood pressure isn’t staying where it needs to be, and there are only a few ways to change that—to lower it: diet and exercise. Who wants to do that?! Not me (kind of). But either way, it’s got to be done.

I have children who need me. A lovingly obnoxious husband who enjoys me (he better—or I’ll give him a black eye). Family and friends who care for me. I have a purpose on this earth, though I might not fully understand it. I know it’s time to focus on what really matters: me.

For the past couple of days, I’ve had a strange sensation in my left arm. And you know what they say about left arm pain or tingling—be careful and pay attention. It can be a sign of heart issues.

So I talked myself into going to the ER yesterday evening. The nurse practitioner was helpful, but a bit careless in a way. After speaking with her, she said the arm pain was more than likely something called “cervical radiculopathy,” and also stated I had hypertension. So basically, the arm pain wasn’t heart-related—just a pinched nerve.

But here’s the kicker: my blood pressure when I was brought in was a hefty 192/139. By the time they treated me and were about to discharge me, it was 194/101. One of the nurses told me that’s basically a walking stroke.

And that scared the shit out of me.

I don’t want to die. I’m not even 40 yet.

So with all this new information, I’m coming to terms with the fact that I need to keep an eye on my BP. I’m documenting it so I can give it to a doctor—one I don’t even want to go to. But I know if I can’t bring my blood pressure down on my own, through diet and exercise, then the next step would have to be medication.

Oh, did I forget to mention? I don’t really care for doctors. I don’t trust them. I don’t care one bit for “big pharma.” It’s all a big money grab. Honestly, I don’t believe they care about people’s health as much as they say—otherwise, it wouldn’t cost a fortune to get health benefits.

I don’t have the money to even be healthy. That’s the common struggle the masses face daily.

Living—it’s not free.

Dying—yep, you guessed it. It’s not free either.

So is freedom really free?

I digress. No politics this morning. Trying not to stress myself out.

Finding all this out makes me sad and upset with myself—for letting my health get this out of whack. So while discovering all this, I feel like the workouts I’ve added were born out of necessity. My mind and body knew something was off and put it on my conscience to actively improve.

In closing this Friday post, I hope that you, reader, are trying to do the best you can for your health as well. We must care for our own health in order to take care of those who need us most.

If you have any tips or tricks, drop them in the comment section or in the Discord. Thanks for taking time out of your day to learn and read about mine.

Have a wonderful weekend.

🌙Not Here to Belong, But to Become☀️ 

Good Morning, Friend

August 15th, 2025

I could write about everything happening in the world today, but instead, I’ll speak on what I think I know—or more truthfully, what I find endlessly fascinating.

The sun, the moon, the stars.

They intrigue me. They help paint a clearer image of something deeper, something ancient. And then there’s the human brain—an organ so powerful, yet so often working against us. Why does it make us doubt ourselves in ways we can’t even comprehend?

The human psyche is vast.

It’s a galaxy of thought, emotion, and contradiction. I wonder: how do the planets affect our minds, bodies, and souls? If celestial forces can shift tides, moods, and energies, why do we allow ourselves to be held back by nothing more than thought alone?

This post is full of questions, I know. But these are the things that keep me up at night.

As I lay in bed, trying to rest, I’m flooded—drowning in an endless sea of thought. The moon controls water, and we are mostly water. So when people say the full moon makes us act differently… maybe it’s not just folklore. Maybe it’s science. Maybe it’s soul.

I think back to younger me, the one who wanted to study psychology.

Though that path didn’t unfold the way I imagined, the curiosity still lingers. What could I have done with deeper knowledge of the mind? Maybe that’s why I resist fitting into today’s social constructs—this age of fake kindness and surface-level conversation. I find peace in being the lone wolf. It’s humbling, sometimes lonely, but comforting. I get to be who I want to be, not who others expect me to be.

I am more than my hair color.

More than my face, with or without makeup.

The world rarely wants to know your mind—it wants instant gratification. It moves fast, but that speed only slows the awakening of true knowledge.

Knowledge: facts, information, and skills acquired through experience or education.

A thirst for understanding.

An awareness born from living.

And life—life is the experience.

Yet we find ways to ignore it. We wake, work, eat, sleep, repeat. But is that all? Is the human experience just a loop of survival? Or is there something more?

Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong—not in social groups, not even in family gatherings. But maybe that’s okay. Maybe belonging isn’t about fitting into a mold, but about aligning with your own rhythm, your own truth. I write this not to solve the mysteries, but to honor them. To say: I see the stars. I feel the pull of the moon. I question the mind. And in all this wondering, I find myself—drifting between cosmic curiosity and grounded solitude.

Because even in the chaos of thought, even in the quiet of being misunderstood, there’s a strange kind of peace. A knowing. A pulse that reminds me: I am here. I am aware. 

💫Echoes of the Infinite💫

The Muse Never Left—She Waited

        It’s been nearly a week since my last blog post. Not long, really—but in the quiet space between entries, I felt the familiar dip in drive. That lull where inspiration seems to pause, waiting for the next wave.

Time doesn’t move in straight lines. It loops. It spirals. It dances in cycles—just like us.

We rise with momentum, cresting like a wave, and then we dip. Not because we’ve failed, but because we’re part of a rhythm. Life mirrors the infinity symbol: looping endlessly, curving through highs and lows, never truly stopping.

And now, August is here.

A new month, a new arc in the spiral. There’s something potent about August—it carries the golden haze of late summer, the whisper of transition, the quiet preparation for what’s next. It’s a threshold month. Not quite the end, not quite the beginning. Just the in-between.

So what lies ahead?

I want to set intentions—not rigid goals, but gentle guideposts. Here’s what I’m calling in for August:

• 🌟 Creative consistency: Not perfection, just presence. Showing up to write, even if it’s just a few lines.
• 🔮 Mystical exploration: Diving deeper into tarot, symbolism, and the rituals that keep me grounded.
• 🧠 Learning and curiosity: Whether it’s tech troubleshooting or game lore, I want to keep feeding my mind.
• 💫 Connection: Strengthening my digital spaces—Discord, blog, stream—with authenticity and celestial flair.

August doesn’t demand urgency. It invites alignment. So I’m stepping into this month with open hands, ready to loop forward once more.