š¢ When I Was Ill and Needed Help
I wasnāt just struggling with condo politics.
I was ill. Vulnerable. Exhausted.
And what did the brave citizens of Blenvale do?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
You didnāt protect me. You didnāt defend me.
Instead, you watched while I was mocked, stalked, and slandered.
You let directors use my illness as a weapon, turning pain into gossip, turning vulnerability into a punchline.
Your silence gave them courage.
š The Circus of Cruelty
While I fought for my health, the clowns ran wild:
- Mildred preaching sermons of superiority while mocking my suffering.
- Blazer smirking, telling fairy tales about me as though illness made me less human.
- Lady Gwendolyn waving her āpeace & loveā banner while sharpening knives in the back row.
š And Now You Come to Me?
Now that you feel even a flicker of the torment I endured, you crawl to me, wide-eyed, squealing:
š āCanāt you make this stop?ā
š āCanāt you negotiate?ā
No. I donāt negotiate with terrorists.
š« My Answer Is Final
I donāt negotiate with people who tormented me when I was sick.
I donāt negotiate with neighbors who watched cruelty unfold and decided silence was easier than courage.
I donāt negotiate with your sudden regret now that you, too, feel the sting.
āļø The Truth You Canāt Escape
When I said, āThis is harassment. This is discrimination. This is cruelty,ā you rolled your eyes.
Now that the venom touches you, you want peace talks?
Sorry. That ship sailed with the first smear campaign against a sick woman.
š My Vow
I will win again.
And again.
And again.
Not only for myself.
But for everyone who has ever been sick, silenced, or bullied for being vulnerable.
That is my word. That is my promise.
Disclaimer: This post is satire and opinion. Read full disclaimer.
