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MARCH 26, 2026: “ALONEology 101!” …

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Loneliness can be cultivated instead of feared. The deeper we learn to understand ourselves, the less we depend on being fully understood by everyone around us.

{Janet Fitch}

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“Loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.”

{Carl Jung}

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Well, folks? Who’da ever thunk I’d discover that there is, indeed, such a thing as “Solitude Day” … aaaaand TODAY’S the freakin’ day!

Meanwhile …

As far as I’m concerned, loneliness is rarely about the empty “physical spaces” within which so many of us dwell. Rather, it’s about the empty space in a person’s soul where they carry the weight of all the unspoken words and truths they’ve managed to convince themselves not to “think, speak, or feel” because they simply don’t feel safe enough to share them with anyone, including themselves.

In my experience, however, true healing and growth are about taking whatever time is necessary to figure out what matters most in your world (regardless of who you share your spaces with), then learning how to SPEAK it ALL so that YOU are no longer alone with it! It’s how you let yourself be truly SEEN for what and who you really are, which (P.S.), in the paradoxical twist of all twists, is indeed how YOU attract the most important person you will EVER be in a relationship with …

YOU! 

… aaaaand THAT, my friends, is how you become the BEAST who is “alone” but not “lonely”! Thoughts? Drop me a comment if you dare! I’d love to hear from you.

Dark red flower artwork for ALONEology 101, representing solitude by choice rather than loneliness by default.

Moonlit Queen of the Night flower with an original reflection on creativity, solitude, and making what is most true in us.
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MARCH 22, 2026: “The ‘Bits & Pieces’ Cloisonné!” …

One year ago today, Daughtry released this most powerful tribute to what I believe is the most beautiful form of human existence there is:

“BROKEN INTO PIECES!”

Meanwhile, can I just tell you about this vase you see pictured here? My beautiful Mother gifted it to me from The Smithsonian Store catalog over thirty years ago, and it’s been one of my most prized possessions ever since. If you didn’t already know, “cloisonné” is a decorative art form in which thin metal wires are applied to a metal base to create little compartments, which are then filled with colored enamel and fired to form intricate, shiny designs. The reflective metal becomes part of the picture itself, woven between all that color. It’s a mosaic MASTERPIECE … kinda like ME:

None of you will EVER know what really lies beneath my surface, what you’d find there, or how much it’s REALLY worth! When I’m losing ground now, I don’t get nervous, ’cause I know there’s only so much I can control! Oh! But even with all the cracks in the mirror, my reflection couldn’t BE any clearer. I’ve GOTTEN to learn to cope … even at the end of my ropes … while doing the best that I can to live with the broken pieces of me that were shattered! I can’t stop the bleeding that I’ll never “get over”, and it was, indeed, hard to move on, but I’m living to LOVE all the pieces of me! I’ll NEVER know who’s coming for me into the storm without a warning, and like the cold of the morning, oh, how it will cut straight to the bone again. But it was the silence in the battle that made me no longer afraid of my own shadow. Now, I simply reach for hope when I’m at the end of all my ropes and just do the very best that I can. I can’t change the past, so I HAD to let go to learn how to live with these holes in my soul.

Dear GOD, I really am the luckiest girl on this Earth and surely Your most FAVORITE daughter! Thank You for breaking me over and over and over. There’s LITERAL gold woven in between all the pieces that are ME. Just sayin’!

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MARCH 11, 2026: “Grab Your Machete!” …

… and oh, yah, just know that all the things you own are borrowed, and all you get to keep is all you’ve shared. Which is, consequently, why I am sharing THIS with all of YOU!

THEN, when you’re done “knowing that,” memorize this beautiful GREY circle of wisdom—or MAYBE even tattoo it on the inside of your forearm—so you’ll never forget to remember what IS in your control and what’s NOT.

THEN, pick up a sword … or a hammer, kitchen knife, machete, chainsaw, or whatever da fu€k you feel like wielding as you go gun-slinging through the saloon doors of your life … RISE UP to your very own “Power + Grace,” and maybe even cut yourself some slack for all the insanity in between. Are we clear, folks?

YOU GOT THIS!

And oh, yah: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, “Brighter Side Of Grey“! You’re my fave!

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MARCH 9, 2026: “Meet The Monster!” …

In honor of his eight-year SoBirthday today, I’m dropping this here in The Diary tonight so that one day when my grandkids find this virtual love letter I’m painstakingly writing to leave behind for them once I’ve crossed over to The BSOG, they’ll understand how he helped me help them become the epic, bullshit-free, perfectly mistaken, and impeccably flawed human beings they’re gonna become!

And “SO,” with that: Dear Grandbabies, this is Ivan … “The Man … The Myth … The LEGEND“!

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FEBRUARY 19, 2026: “Famous Last Words” …

“The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective.”
~ James Patterson ~

This bittersweet and powerful Netflix Famous Last Words interview of Eric Dane, featuring a final message to his daughters, was meant to be released and aired after his passing from a battle with ALS.

Well?

Sadly, he did, indeed, pass today.

Ugh.

Look, if you know anything about me by now, you know that I’m a ball of sometimes extremely polarizing emotions that I wear out loud and either proud or not so proud on my sleeves.

And if you know me even better than well, then you know that while it doesn’t take much to bring tears to my eyes—especially when it comes to tender, sweet, and bittersweet moments involving my children and animals—getting me to cry tears of actual pain and suffering is becoming harder and harder as the days pass by.

Perhaps I’m numb.

Perhaps I’m not even alive anymore and I’m just a vagabond soul with a disheveled shell and really questionable, err, “outfits.”

These “famous last words,” however, literally wrench my soul. It took me all of about 120 milliseconds to drop them here in the Diary—which is, by the way, nothing more or less than a virtual love letter to my babies … and their babies … and their babies.

I’m not gonna lie: I never watched the show he was on, wasn’t a fan because I didn’t know his work, and didn’t know a thing about him.

Lol.

I was “yesterday years old” when I realized he was that “Dr. McSteamy” I’ve oft heard about from other women.

What I do know, however, is that he was a husband and a father, and these final words to HIS babies are impeccable.

Godspeed, Mr. D.

Godspeed.

Black-and-white tribute poster for Eric Dane’s Famous Last Words documentary.

Memorial artwork asking what you would do if you knew you had ten minutes to live, paired with a cross, Bible, lily, and the number 365.

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FEBRUARY 22, 2026: “The HIGHLY Problematic Symptom!” …

On this day two years ago, my beloved Shinedown released this ode—if not love song—to honor anyone who struggles with their self-reflection and identity. As for ME? I, myself, am an out-loud-and-PROUD, err, “highly symptomatic,” if not overtly problematic, human enigma prototype who was, indeed, sent here to disturb the balance! Not only could my self-reflection not be any clearer now, BUT …

One has either to take me as I am or LEAVE me as I am, but (ps), I DON’T REALLY CARE! One cannot change me … much less can one disturb my balance. THIS masterpiece of a human being, after all, is not made up of single pieces from which a single piece can be taken out and replaced by something else, for I am made of the literal stardust my only Father spun right out of His perfect hands … which, as far as I’m concerned, makes me practically and PERFECTLY imperfect!

Much love to my spirit animal, Franz Kafka, for penning the words that I would eventually embody in such a paradoxical fashion! It is beyond my own comprehension that I became so lucky that I “GET” TO LOVE ME, “fuckin’ perfect flaws and all,” and almost always despite myself! Just sayin’!

By everyone … it’s me … CAT

(a/k/a “God’s FAVORITE Daughter“)!

INFJ-themed Astatine artwork celebrating rarity, individuality, and embracing an unconventional personality.
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FEBRUARY 14, 2026: “‘Love Is’ … Not Enough!” …

To My Valentines …

Just a handful of wisdom nuggets from me to you on this day of celebrating all things LOVE! Some of these lessons I had to learn the very hard way, while others I unfortunately learned a little too late. In the meantime, as you continue growing into your futures together, remember …

If you don’t speak, resentment will. Silence and avoidance are rarely “peace” … THEY’RE POISON! Always at least try to talk things through before you close your eyes at night, because communication is the key to every relationship in this life, and without it, even the strongest of relationships can just die.

It doesn’t take rocket science for me to know that eventually you’ll all be married. Well, at least if this mother’s prayers come true. Marriage is never just “50/50,” by the way … it’s “100/100” depending on the circumstance. There’ll be days “you carry her,” days “she carries you,” and that balancing act of generosity and patience is important. Don’t forget this!

Forgiveness doesn’t always erase the pain. It can, however, build trust. Sometimes you’ll forgive but never forget. Guess what? THAT’S OKAY! You’re only human, after all. Moving forward in moments like that is a choice you’ll have to make. Lower your armor and don’t become enemies.

Never stop doing all the little things for each other, because THOSE are the glue that will keep you bonded through thick and thin, and believe it or not, it’s the little things you’ll remember the most when all is said and done.

Last but not least, yeah, love really does hurt you sometimes, and no, it really isn’t so easy to find. So, this is me hoping that all your collective searching really is over and that win, lose, or draw, through hell or the highest of waters, you’ll always be standin’ there when the other turns around. In the meantime, I love you all to The Moon and back … and back … and back!

~ Mom

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FEBRUARY 7, 2026: “Back Home To The Son” …

Each day that passes is drawing me closer to something spinning hopelessly out of control. My day of reckoning is fast approaching and may be just around the corner. I can feel the ripples just beneath my skin as my realities are boiling to the surface. The unrelenting knot in the pit of my stomach and heart is getting tighter with each day that passes and it’s getting harder for me to breath. I am shaking, anxious, and, oh, yeah, a total fraud!  Just up ahead, I think I can see the front of the proverbial bridge, but how can I make my legs actually move across it? If I actually make it across, what there will I find? Are there secrets about myself and even my “seemingly perfect childhood” that are still yet for me to discover? We shall see. Dearest Catherine, “Queen OfPerfection”, surely you can perfect this dance?
(“The Real Life” … April 8, 2008)

Well, then how about an angel? Can You send me another angel? Preferably one who’s more than two feet tall and older and wiser than 15? Someone I can talk to. Someone who will listen. Someone who wants to hear what I have to say. Someone to hold me and remind me that I’m alive. Someone who will look beyond my surface and find the broken little girl hiding inside my soul. Someone who doesn’t think I’m whining, or dramatic, ungrateful, and pathetic. Someone who doesn’t think I’m just a crazy fucking bitch, or that all the “things” I have should preclude me from feeling pain. Someone who’ll accept my broken heart and all my darkness and not hold “me” over my head. I NEED A HUG! Can You send me a hug? Or a kiss? Or a touch? Will anyone ever want to touch me? My perfection is a grand illusion and I the master illusionist! YOU AND I BOTH KNOW IT’S TRUE. I’m wandering aimlessly here, God, behind the walls of my beautiful castle, with my hands pressed hard against the windows. I’m still looking for that sign, and I still believe there’s a chance. Hey, I’m leaving for France tomorrow. Maybe I can just leave some of my baggage there?
(“Away From The Son” … May 30, 2008)

… and, in the spirit of keeping accurate, sound, and truthful accounting records of my life, I misspoke. June 28, 2008, was the first time I’d heard of either 3 Doors Down OR the song “The Real Life.” Although I’d written my “Hey, God? It’s me, Cat” letter on May 30, 2008 — just a month before running away to France — when I first heard “The Real Life,” I later went back and paired “Away From The Sun” with that Diary entry. Either way, this man, this band, and his multitude of powerful lyrics and beyond-faithful testimony are, indeed, why I’m still hanging on here today.

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Dear Brad,

Well, you’ve done it, man. It’s your time. You’ve made it back Home, CLOSE to The Son! Now, we’d love for YOU to keep US lifted up in prayer every chance you get. GOD loves you … WE loved you … SEE YA!

~ The Real Cat Williamson ~

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JANUARY 21, 2026: “Always FURever!” …

I’d been meaning to find the FURfect time to share this astounding news, but I’m officially an official SQUoctologist with a SQUoctorate from the illustrious Squirrel State University—SQUEXTREMELY competitive and nearly impossible to get into! Oh, don’t worry, kids! Just because I’m a SQUoctor now, it doesn’t mean I can’t still relate to those who aren’t in the SQUmmunity with me and other SQUarents.

By the way, SQUank you very much to my dear friend Christy and her daughter, my nieclet, Princess Josilyn Aneal, for not only helping me track down my diploma months ago, but also SQUalerting me to the previously unknown SQUact that today is SQUIRREL APPRECIATION DAY! I love you both so much! MUAH!

FUR the record, and in case you didn’t know yet: YES! Yes, I FURRY much DO love this little girl pictured below! She and her family have brought more true joy to my life this last year than I can even put into words. Lol! There’s a reason I decided to call her page “The Daily Dose of Vivienne”—because she’s LITERALLY a natural! It’s nearly impossible to be in a bad mood with her in my window!

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JANUARY 11, 2026: “22” …

Dear Diary (and Subscribers):

Unfortunately, I simply didn’t have the bandwidth to write something “fresh and new” for Gina Marie’s 22nd birthday. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t having a really, really, really hard time these days. This is the first of all her birthdays when I’ve missed a beat so completely that I don’t even have a basket ready to take to her grave. Truthfully, I’m not sure I’m going to her grave today. I am not a “steel magnolia” at the moment. I am beyond fragile, especially as I sit here writing while the familiar “January 11th” waves crash over me again. I know this feeling will pass. I know that because it always has. But right now, I am letting myself be exactly where I am.

“When In Rome”

  • Gina Marie’s ivory lace angel gown with its little white feathered wings, displayed in a softly lit glass case.
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JANUARY 9, 2026: “XO To The Grave” …

Mr. Landry,

I’m sure your messages are blowing up right now with this song—but I just wanted to say thank you. If only you knew how long I’ve been holding back the flood that finally spilled out when I heard this song the night before last. Fifty-fucking-six years’ worth! I’ve been carrying the weight of everyone else’s darkness in the wake of not just my late husband’s suicide 6.5 years ago, but a lifetime’s worth of my own before that. Everyone thought I was the strongest bitch alive. I did too. Today, my therapy went from one hour to three, and my therapist “almost” sent me to a hospital because I CANNOT stop crying everything out. The thing is, IT NEEDED TO COME OUT this way! So, yah. Thank you. See you when you’re out on the road one day. I’ll probably be the oldest person at your shows, but fuck it! Oh, and I’m so truly sorry for whatever it is that happened in YOUR life that led you to alchemize the perfect storm of these words. I’m also glad you lived to tell about it, because I cannot be the only one who’s found a lifetime’s worth of missing puzzle pieces in these lyrics.

~ XO To The Grave 🖤

@Lo.Spirit

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JANUARY 3, 2026: “Craig” …

To My Grands

(… even though you’re not even here yet):

“I’m writing this in case I’m gone tomorrow“, because although you may have never met me, I want you to know that these are the kind of things that brightened up my greys and mattered to me the most. They’re amongst the many Earthen treasures “I’ve borrowed” (as they were never mine to keep in the first place), so, I’m sharing them with you in this “virtual love letter” I’ve been writing to you for years now. I hope you’ll enjoy reading about not just him, but the many other beautiful beings I’ve truly loved, enjoyed, cherished, and admired along the way. And remember … “Animals are people, too”!

Craig was an Amboseli National Park legend, one of Africa’s last great super tuskers, and one of the most photographed elephants in the world. He was known world-wide for his magnificent, ground-sweeping tusks, and calm, majestic presence, and lived a long, protected life before passing away of natural causes today. His legacy will live on through his calves, beloved caretakers, all who were lucky enough to witness him in person, and everyone else like me who had the privilege of getting to know him through social media.

A Kenyan elephant believed to have been one of Africa’s largest male tuskers has died of old age. The pachyderm, fondly known as Craig, died of natural causes on Saturday morning at Amboseli National Park in southern Kenya, conservationists confirmed. “Craig had just turned 54 years old. He led a long life and no doubt fathered many calves,” said the Amboseli Trust for Elephants in its farewell message. Famed for his long tusks, Craig the elephant was a major attraction at the park near the Tanzanian border. In 2021, he was named an ambassador for the popular Kenyan lager brand Tusker – a name also used for adult male elephants with tusks. The Kenya Wildlife Service described Craig as an “icon” of successful conservation.
(BBC.com)

“The Fall Of A Gentle Giant”

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JANUARY 3, 2026: “Hey? YOU!” …

… and thus another 365 days are now waiting ahead to take us ALL back around the Sun again, God willing. To know me well is to know that I am TRULY in love with every minute of every day that I “get” to partake in this bittersweet, beautiful, shitshow of a fucking CIRCUS we call life. Some may find me morbid, macabre, pessimistic, “doom and gloom,” or obsessed with the thought of Death. I am not. Quite the contrary, actually – BUT – I AM a stoic … AND a realist … and if dancing with “Death” has gifted me anything, it’s my absolute peace with death and understanding of the brevity of mere existence.

So, with that, as you begin what will hopefully prove to be YOUR next beautiful trip around our fiery girl in the sky … “MEMENTO MORI”: Remember that you have to die! Let my words and my story be a sobering, LIFElong reminder to make each of the 86,400 seconds in each of your next 365 days REALLY count.

Live today, not tomorrow, because unless you’re God or an immortal jellyfish, tomorrow isn’t promised.

“… and if you see me losing faith in what it means to die, don’t let me leave before I know what lies behind the stained-glass doors. Save sorrow for the souls in doubt. Bleed every care out.”

… and in keeping with Memento Mori Day today, enjoy this un momento of the brand new year … but, umm … YOU KNOW the rest:

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JANUARY 2, 2026: “Me, The OTHER Me & Our EPICALLY Flawed Design!” …

In honor of “World Introvert Day” today, please allow me to once again remind you of what an epic level WEIRDO of “flawed design” MAGNIFICENCE you have floating about your atmosphere …

me:

“I’m an introverted extroverted INFJ enigma! I don’t like drama, conflict, chaos, or stress-filled places, and I don’t need too many friends! I just want to linger AT MY DISCRETION in calm and peaceful spaces with a FEW good people who are authentic, REAL, trustworthy, safe, and understand that sometimes I’ll just BOLT! I want simplicity, warmth, love, and people, places, and things that feed and heal my soul.”

also me:

… but MOSTLY me:

To know me is to love me or sometimes even hate me. Wait! Scratch that! To know me is to love me … or hate me … and only think you know me, but no, you actually don’t, ’cause for Christ’s actual sake, NO ONE really does (sometimes not even me), and also, I don’t really give two FUCKS whether you love me or hate me ’cause I LOVE ME enough for both of us! Bye everyone, it’s me, CAT!

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DECEMBER 31, 2025: “My Monsters Are REAL!” …

Not only are my monsters real, indeed, and trained oh, so very well, I’m not sitting here trying to fool anyone into believing they’re not right beneath my skin and pulsing through my bones. Am I proud of them? NOPE! But am I fucking proud that I am NOT like the mass of “others” walking the face of this planet wearing “sparkly, shiny, beautiful ” masks and disguises? YOU BET YOUR EFFING ASS I AM!

Me, myself, and all my pets have found THE safest home we will possibly ever know in this sanctuary I call “I”! As a matter of fact, we’ve even hung pictures and curtains in here and decorated with flowers and skulls! Besides, we don’t ever fall in love with people because they’re “good”, now do we? No! We only ever truly fall in love with people whose monsters from the dark side we can clearly see, recognize, and even walk beside of as they’re taking them out for a stroll. So, as for now, I guess I’ll just have to keep on loving all of me … the good, the bad, and the ugly! Guess what, people? IT’S ALLOWED! Happy Birthday, Sir Anthony, by the way, and shout out to this epic song that has become the voice of so many of the voiceless adult children who grew up in haunted houses and no fucking clue as to how to go about repairing the shattered MESS their parents left scattered across their floors.

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DECEMBER 22, 2025: “FLOWERING (From The Inside)!” …

me:
“It’s turning out great, right? My homemade ‘kitchen flowers’ make me so happy every week!”

her:
“It’s really pretty this time, mom. Plus, it’s hydrangeas AND lilies, BOTH our favorites! But I have a question. Daddy always sends you flowers, so why do you need to buy your own?”

me (heart SWELLING):
“Because, daughter, WHY NOT? I decided years ago to stop waiting for the world and people in it to “bring me my happy” and get out there and start bringing it to MYSELF! It’s especially important for moms to treat themselves kindly when they can, because it’s a very hard job and sometimes the things moms do and give tend to go unnoticed or unrecognized, often unintentionally. Life happens and people get busy—ESPECIALLY most daddies—so moms have to remember to appreciate and value themselves regardless of who else remembers. You’ll always be able to make and find your OWN joy in life, as long as you’re willing to search for it. So, I want you to promise me that when you grow up you’ll treat YOURSELF to flowers often … because … YOU CAN and you DESERVE IT!”

her:
“Mommy? I am SO gonna do that AND have this same talk with your granddaughters one day! We’ll start a trend in our family called ‘get yourself some flowers, girl’!”

me:
“You just made my day, Gia! I’ve been WAITING for you to notice that I buy myself flowers and finally ask me why! Now that you know, I really, REALLY hope that someday when you have a house of your own and I stop by to visit I’ll see ‘homemade kitchen flowers’ on your counter from YOU to YOU!”

(“The Day Of The Homemade Kitchen Flowers“)

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… fast forward to today:

YES, her Prince Charming brings her flowers constantly … but YES, she either buys or picks them for herself, too … and YES, making sure there are fresh flowers on my kitchen counter at all times will always be one of my favorite and most powerful mental wealth hacks and ways to continue “stealing The Sun from the sky” and staying in perpetual flight!

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DECEMBER 14, 2025: “Born Yesterday!” …

… and that was the day I met the first, last, and only man I’d ever truly love for the rest of my days on this Earth …. to infinity and beyond … and The Moon and back.

In the meantime …

“If you ask me, he’s walked on water since before he could talk. One look at him, and I forget the miles he drove me up a wall! Each first day, ’til he was driving, I’d see him off and start to cry. Even though he’s all grown up, some things never change. Every time that he falls down, I’ll be there to carry the weight. If you ask me, he’s done made it. I swear he’s a superstar! To me, those AK’s that he’s making might as well be Fenway Park! I love to tell my friends about him and show ’em pictures on my phone. I’d say that my favorite one is the day I brought him home. I’ve bent God’s ear for him until it breaks, and any time he goes through hell, yeah, I’ll gladly take his place. Yes, I still dream for him … pray for him … want more than the whole world for him … forget all the hell he ever raised! I only ever see him one way … like he was born yesterday.”

{… Eric Burgett Lyrics Adapted}

[DISCLAIMER]:

Unlike the lyrics to this song, however, my son has never really “driven me up a wall or put me through that much hell”. He’s been an absolute JOY to raise. Truth being told, he’s my doppelgänger, and win, lose, or draw, and come hell or highest of waters, to know us is to love us, but we are who we are and make no apologies for it! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Christian Peter! Momma loves you! Thirty-three years ago LITERALLY to the second this is being posted, you were “born yesterday”! Keep working on your Fenway Park, by the way! Momma’s got your six all the while! Actually? No! I have your entire CLOCK!

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DECEMBER 6, 2025: “Cat V. The Creature [(ps) … Cat WINS!]!” …

The Real Cat Williamson’s original Mirror Mirror sketch, displayed on aged paper under a warm spotlight.

We want everybody to be safe out there because we are getting reports of … it’s going around! It’s eating people’s faces and souls! He’s a crazy creature!

One year ago today, Sick Puppies released what I believe to be their most powerful song since “White Balloons“, “Odd One“, and “Creatures“. With that, I feel it only fitting that we take a good, hard look at these impeccably written lyrics:

PAIN! It’s come alive! It’s pouring out of my veins! I’m drifting in and out, turning insane. At the edge … I’ve kept it in until now … I’m afraid it’s too late! I feel it coming out!

STOP! Before I take your mother fuckin’ head off! I’m seeing shit that I don’t wanna speak of! Bottled up everything up until now. This is it! Fuse is lit! So, get the hell out!
Rage that won’t subside … eating me alive … look into my eyes … I’ll scream until I spit blood! I would stop myself if I could! Get away! It’s too late! I’m changing!

Oh my God, what have I done? I can’t believe what I’ve become! I can’t stop hurting everyone! What’s this creature I’ve become?

Far be it from me to break the news to ya, my friend, but this “creature” you’ve become can look an awful lot like the living embodiment of emotional dysregulation: difficulty managing your emotions and the way you react to them, which in turn can lead to extreme or inappropriate outbursts. It’s not a diagnosis, by the way, but rather a description of how our emotions are managed—or, should I say, MISmanaged.

A person’s inability to regulate emotions can, however, show up alongside a number of mental health conditions. Do you have trouble calming down when you’re upset? Do you experience rapid mood swings or struggle with impulsive behaviors and thoughts? My advice? Reach out to a mental health professional. With the right help—and the willingness to face your ‘lil monster in the mirror—you CAN take it down!

“But, Cat! I can’t afford to call a mental health professional!”

YES, YOU CAN!

Just CLICK this pic:

Perhaps one of my favorite things about myself is that I haven’t become the monster I probably should have after all the trauma I’ve survived in my life. I mean, could I have used it all as an excuse to rage against humanity? Yes, I suppose so. Actually? Now that I think of it, there was a time in my life when I did! “It was kinda like a storm!” … and by “it,” I mean THE CREATURE I once WAS! One thing we all need to understand about extremely kind, nice, and loving people, however, is that their other side is just as extreme. It’s the hell they survive that makes them gentle, so don’t mistake their self-control for weakness. The beast in them is merely sleeping, not dead.

  • Friedrich Nietzsche quote about thanking the monster that did not succeed in swallowing you alive, designed with dark roses and a gothic creature motif.

“My Monsters Are REAL!”
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NOVEMBER 27, 2025: “Changes” …

So, umm, exactly how many stoic quotes from a bunch of dead philosophers can you throw at us in this Diary, Cat?

AS MANY AS IT TAKES!

Although all these dead guys are, indeed, DEAD, that their wisdom has survived the test of time only proves their modern relevance. We live in a world chock full of black and white thinkers who think in extremes without even trying to consider the MANY different facts, angles, and perspectives of a situation. Umm, hi, there! Not only did I use to be one of them, but such rigidity was almost my downfall! The ancient philosopher mindsets, however, continue to remind us about the many beautiful shades of grey in this all.

With that, and in honor of the 40th birthday of one of THE best movies of all, my beloved Rocky IV, please let me remind you that there is SO much more to see here than really meets the eye, and even MORE at stake if you somehow miss the memo. Remember: RIGID things break, but FLEXIBLE things can bend, twist, and MOVE like a butterfly when life’s stinging you like a bee.

Meanwhile, if I can change, YOU can change! I am, after all, the embodiment of survival of the fittest. I’ve “adapted, overcome, bent, twisted, and SURVIVED” by refusing to just keep standing there rigid and stubborn as FUCK while life’s wolves tried to devour me.

CHANGES

Changes … time’s making changes in my life. Rearranging … can’t seem to stop the hands of time. I remember … I was so young … I was much too young to see. Now I’m older … growing older … and I see things differently. Faces .. strange faces cloud my mind. Empty traces … make it hard for me to find. Somewhere in the distance, is there Someone who awaits for that moment I am taken over by the hands of fate? Oh, can’t you see? It’s changing you and me. Time’s makin’ changes. Time’s makin’ changes in my life. Times rearranging … it’s changing you and me. {Tesla}

Bronze-edged charcoal metal placard with a philosopher portrait, tree, and river. “It is in changing that we find purpose.” — Attributed to Heraclitus.
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NOVEMBER 24, 2025: “The sPEACH Heard ‘Round The Hill!” …

Frank Caprio YouTube

My beloved Grandpa Ernie, who shared this birthday with Judge Caprio, grew up on “The Hill” as well. My father and his three brothers were students at the high school where Judge Caprio taught during the day before driving to Boston for law school at night. Since my father was Class of ’65, they’d likely have walked those same corridors together. For all I know, Judge Caprio may even have taught my father.

For the record, I’ll never see a can of peaches the same way again. In fact, I’ll be buying a can at the market this week and putting it in my kitchen to honor Judge Caprio and this epic, if not saintlike, sPEACH! “Frankly”? The man should be canonized. Meanwhile, I once saw a powerful tribute to another of humanity’s treasures, Keanu Reeves. You’ll find those words in the slideshow below.

Few are the people whose character is worthy of such impeccable words. Judge Caprio, however, was one of them (as was my Grandpa). If you don’t already know who this enigmatic bastion of kindness and treasure to humanity was, it’s not too late to get to know him now. His life-changing nuggets of wisdom will honor not just his forefathers but mine and so many others’ as well throughout the ages! I’d also like to think that I’m honoring MY forefathers and following in their footsteps by showing kindness and compassion to as many people as I can, up to and including strangers, and that I’ve raised two kids who do the same. Happy Heavenly Birthday, Judge Caprio and Grampy!

  • Cream, sage, and copper quotation card with a peach illustration. “I think the challenge of our generation is to honor the memory of our forefathers by providing a better life for those who follow us. Our challenge is not to get all we can, but to give all we can.” — Frank Caprio.
  • Keanu Reeves portrait with the quotation: “Keanu just loves. HE IS LOVE INCARNATE. There is no additional component to his character. He has stayed the same human throughout the worst and the best in his life. He is pure ... and people see that.” — Anthony Andranik Moumjian.
  • A framed artistic treatment of Hope High School’s historic photograph, labeled “Hope High School” and “Providence, Rhode Island,” with a peach illustration.
  • A lit candle in a vintage “First Quality Peaches” tin on a wooden windowsill, glowing against the cool evening sky.
  • Judge Frank Caprio at a microphone in a birthday tribute with a small peach-can candle. Text: “Happy Heavenly Birthday”; “Judge Frank Caprio”; “November 24, 1936 — August 20, 2025.”
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NOVEMBER 20, 2025: “My HAPPIEST Place!” …

“Many people consider rainy days to be a bad weather day. Therefore, for anyone to think otherwise, that person must view the world from a unique perspective. There are many kinds of people in this world, and each has unusual habits and characteristics. That uniqueness is what makes pluviophiles different from the rest of the population … and they thrive in rain and storms.”

{Pluviophile.net}

… and I am never not mindful of the people in this world who fall into the deep psychological despair and depression that come and go with the seasons. For me, days like this are nothing less than God’s way of wrapping His arms around me with all the most beautiful shades of grey that He knows I love so much and telling me I’m safe, loved, and always “at home” no matter where I roam or what seemingly dismal circumstances surround me.

It’s days like this that call me back home to the happiest days of my childhood, especially when followed by a rainbow to remind me that I’m not just all the darkness that still lives deep within me courtesy of the demons that tried but failed to take my soul, many of which weren’t even my own. It’s days like this when I truly AM the living embodiment of “Power + Grace” and all the beautiful Light and colors I’ve become. It’s days like this when I’m the happiest. It’s days like this when I’m the most at peace. It’s days like these when I’m thankful.

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NOVEMBER 19, 2025: “ANTerstellar!” …

“Parenthood” …

… as depicted by one of THE most powerful movie quotes of all times AND three tiny little ants. As a parent, knowing you’ve often literally broken your own back and sometimes even your heart and soul just to push them up, out, and to the tops of the cliffs they have to navigate on their own is perhaps the most beautiful and bittersweet double-edged sword of all times. The good news is that IF we’ve done our jobs well, we won’t just be “ghosted” in the dust from their blazing trails, but rather, “allowed”, if not welcomed and encouraged to remain a part of their journey … but even so.

Maybe that’s why I’ve heard so many grandparents say THAT is where some of us will reap our greatest rewards in this whole “raising them to leave us” dealio. Am I enjoying this new found freedom to “do, be, and go” anywhere in this world I want to and live life like Peter Pan with no more “hands on” motherhood responsibilities? Yes. Yes, I am. But am I looking very much forward to that day hopefully soon to come where I get to start helping push even MORE little ants over their hills? YOU BETCHA!

Until then …

Hi everyone! It’s me, CAT! I’m the REAL Cat Williamson who officially has two children who don’t “need” me anymore, but, still seem to “want” me around. For that, I am ever so grateful. I get to be their “friend” now, too, which is really kinda cool.

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NOVEMBER 10, 2025: “The Blue Moon GIFTS!” …

In closing, I would now like to drop a link to one of the spirit animals of my music life whose birthday is today: “Odd One” by Sick Puppies. It is, perhaps, THE greatest soliloquy to all the odd ones out there who are either hiding in plain sight or running around like a hot pink gift bag. May it live on eternally through the freed hearts, souls, and minds of those of us who boldly reflect it and no longer live inside the prison walls of “general consensus.”

If, like me, you’re an out loud and proud original prototype FREAK—designed by The Master’s hand and never intended to be mass-produced—and you haven’t yet heard this gem … ENJOY! If, on the other hand, you’re wrestling with yourself inside a plain, brown, boring box because it doesn’t fit, it’s fucking boring, or you just know you were meant for something better than a cookie-cutter human experience … may the words to this ode to my family of one-and-onlies become your new mantra and fight song as you find the courage to BURST the fuck out of the norm and into the first and BEST edition of YOU! We’ll be waiting for you with our “Open! Open! Open!” neon lights on, and, yes, we will reflect you, too!

(“Ode To The Odd Ones!”)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, “ODD ONE” …

… and here’s to all you other “Blue Moons” like me who are running around out there, just decking out other people’s atmospheres with your mere EXISTENCE—which is, indeed, the GIFT of a dream come true that most people never knew they needed! WE are the pattern alterers, my beautiful Odd One friends! WE ARE THE BLUE MOON GIFTS!

A black sheep among a grazing flock beneath a blue moon. Quote by The Real Cat Williamson: “The older I get, the more I come to realize it’s okay to live a life that others don’t understand.” Read Ode To The Odd Ones.

A luminous blue moon above a quiet landscape. Quote by The Real Cat Williamson: “Give me the ones who never quite fit the mold. The beautifully peculiar souls who arrive unannounced and leave the whole sky different. They don’t have to become ordinary to belong. They are the gift. And every once in a blue moon, one of them wanders into your life and changes what you thought was possible.”
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NOVEMBER 1, 2025: “The Most IMPERFECTLY Perfect Love Story Of All Times!” …

This picture was taken during Ozzy’s goodbye show. She sat quietly at the edge of the stage. Alone. Almost invisible. After decades of chaos and glory, of screams and silence. Just to be there. To be his. To stay. Always. This is Sharon Osbourne. And that image of her says more about love than any love song ever could. Because real Rock and Roll isn’t in the solos. It’s in the surrender. She met Ozzy when he was lost – broken, addicted, discarded. But she saw the man, not the mess. She believed. She bet everything. And she won.

She wasn’t just a wife. She was the mind behind the empire. The soul behind the myth. She was the one who stayed – through rehab, scandals, relapses, betrayals. She was the one who loved – fiercely, silently, without applause. She turned pain into power. Madness into music. A broken man into a legend – and then into a husband.

For over 40 years, she held the line. Not for glory. Not for image. But for love. Real love doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it just stays. And she stayed. Sharon was Ozzy’s oxygen. His harbor. And maybe… the greatest love story music has ever known.

(by “AcapellaHero“)

While writing to ask permission to repost these impeccable words about “The Prince Of Dark AND Lightness” here, I was reduced to tears yet again in the wake of a phenomenon I’m calling “The Ozzily EverAFTERglow.” I wrote:

As a widow who’s still healing from a “journey with a madman” who I unfortunately lost to his own darkness, your words have captured SO many of the feelings I’ve yet to fully express with my own words. They NEED to be shared with other widows.

… which is, in fact, exactly what I’m doing to honor what would have been my fifteenth wedding anniversary with the “madman” who took off with my heart after “a little over a decade of chaos, glory, screams, and silence” that, unbeknownst to us, he’d been battling within the abyss of his slowly sinking soul.

No, he may not have been a rock star—but in so many ways, I suppose he was before he lost his actual fucking mind and did unspeakable, unfathomable, and all but inhumane things to us in the wake of his insanity.

But you see, I, too, was Sharon Osbourne in my own way. I happily and sometimes quietly sat at the edge of his stage … often alone … and sometimes even invisible. Why? Just to be there. To be his. To stay. Always. Because real love is in the surrender.

I met Zach when he was lost—broken, discarded. But I saw the man, not the mess, albeit he’d been hiding so much of it. I believed. I bet everything. And I lost.

But then again, did I, though? I was the one who loved—fiercely, silently, and without the “need” for applause (which is not to say I never got it, because I did).

Now? I’ve turned the pain he left me with and the pain from my own journey as a “madwoman” into power. Madness into ALL the music that sings my own soul and continues to help me surrender to my own demons … and myself.

I am a once-broken woman who’s loved many a broken man—and has now turned into a legend.

For over 56 years, I’ve held the line! Not for glory. Not for image. But for love … because real love doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it just stays. And I’VE STAYED!

I’ve proudly, if bittersweetly, been so many other people’s oxygen—and, even more so, my own. I am a harbor … and maybe … the greatest love story I’ve ever known.

Black-and-white wedding photograph of Cat and Zach kissing in a church aisle.
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OCTOBER 31, 2025: “A Sky Full Of Bats!” …

HAPPY HALLOWEEN, FOLKS!

Here’s hoping you either have a spookTACULAR and cozy night in with all your people (or even with just you and yourself), or a spookTACULAR and SAFE night out with all your people (or even just with you and yourself)! Okay, that’s all I got!

Bye everyone, it’s me, BAT!

(I mean, CAT!)

~ Gus Fink ~

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OCTOBER 28, 2025: “The Mom’s Spaghetti Of It All!” …

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23 Years Ago This Day …

Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” was released as the lead single from the 8 Mile soundtrack. The official music video, however, was released a bit earlier on October 7, 2002.

Just about anyone can appreciate this lil’ gem of a hip-hop ditty, which is widely held as his masterpiece due to its enduring pop culture legacy that spans the masses. No matter your race, creed, color, gender, dialect, age, or varying—or even contrary—musical preferences, the “mom’s spaghetti” of this unforgettable rap can ignite a fire of motivation and resilience under your skin! This video is a montage of clips from 331 movies, edited together by “The Unusual Suspect” on YouTube to recreate the song’s lyrics.

And so, with that, happy 23rd birthday to one of THE most epic songs of all our lifetimes! Here’s hoping my grandkids and their grandkids will be banging this one out of their speakers, into their ears, and straight through their souls when searching for the courage and inspiration to step out from under their self-doubt and fear when standing on the stage of their lives—just like so many of us have on our own!

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OCTOBER 25, 2025: “One Thousand Apologies” …

Demon Hunter lyric excerpt from One Thousand Apologies about remorse, a broken heart, and lasting regret, over a blurred brown-toned silhouette.

Twenty years ago on this day, Demon Hunter released this most powerful song of not just Zack’s lifetime, but even more so mine as I’ve continued to break everything down in hopes of making sense of the silent pieces of his existence. So, what better time to finally memorialize it than today by sharing my answer to a question that was posted earlier in one of my writing forums:

My “Triptych” story is bittersweet and unfathomable to most, but true nonetheless. Since I’m the “REAL Cat” and an admitted over-sharer, I’ll share. Demon Hunter was the all-time favorite band of my late husband’s life. He’d been thrown away by his “mother THING” on his birth day. Years of burying his emotions after a dismal start in life eventually led him to me and my kids, who he took as his own.

He’d always said that my daughter and I were the only two women he ever loved other than the grandmother who stepped in to raise him after “the THING” left him to rot in his own remains. After YEARS of fighting against the mental illness that had left him slowly deteriorating, he succumbed to the darkness on 8.22.19.

No one except my daughter and me REALLY knows what happened in our home in the midst of his LITERAL insanity in the four months before he left, when the devil himself took up residency inside his head.

Lol, even his beloved German Shepherd “saw it” inside of him, and by “it,” I mean the demon that was living in his body, to which end Walter Williamson LITERALLY tried to rip his hand off the night before the end for what seemed like no obvious reason … until it all became clear to us in the wake of his suicide and “we knew.”

Meanwhile, on 8.9.19, the night after I’d discovered he’d made his final decision to “put the monster down” and purchased the Springfield he used, he’d written an email to my daughter and me with the song “One Thousand Apologies” attached, but never sent it. I found it in his drafts while sifting through the wreckage months later. He’d always said this band wrote the soundtrack to his life, and they did.

For the record, I have long since forgiven him for the crimes against our humanity that he / “the monster” committed against me and my daughter. I’m thankful beyond words for all the delicate and NOT so delicate ways their music has helped me understand what may have been going on inside his broken mind and soul, and for the closure I’ve found in so MANY of their song lyrics. I hope he’s resting in peace.

For the record, “Carry Me Down” was the last song we played for him at his services, and it will be the second-to-last song played at mine. (“The Brighter Side Of Grey” by 5FDP will be the last.)

Someday, I’ll go back through his emails and drop a screenshot of that draft here for truth and accounting purposes, but for now I’m gonna stay safely out of them! I’m growing forward, not backwards, my friends, and some anchors just need to be cut as I continue to rise from his abyss. Here in Dallas, it’s a rainy, dreary, pluviophile HEAVEN for me, and all I intend to do tonight is enjoy my cozy little castle and the sanctity of blissful solitude I’ve found at home with ME. Goodnight. 🖤

Demon Hunter lyric excerpt from One Thousand Apologies about pain, sorrow, shame, and regret, in white text over a blurred brown-toned silhouette.
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OCTOBER 23, 2025: “I Carry On” …

… and I can honestly say with every ounce of my shredded yet abundantly blessed human being that I wouldn’t have changed a thing. All that pain really was my greatest gift, because in case you didn’t know by now, you simply CANNOT know The Light without first having known the darkness.

By the way, my scars aren’t only beautiful, but they’re mine to keep eternally and PROOF POSITIVE that I’m still alive inside this body and mind that should be good and dead by now. I’m such a lucky woman and always grateful for all I have and all I went through just to still be sitting here “carrying on” and walking through my fears with the “Power + Grace” of the risen queen and most favorite daughter of God I’ve become. Pray God.

@TommyVext2.0
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OCTOBER 12, 2025: “Girl, The BEST Days Of YOUR Life …” …

Dear “Every Woman Out There Who’s Been Avoiding Stepping Into Your OWN Reign With Your OWN Tiara For Years And Years And Years And YEARS, To the Point of Near Suffocation, If Not Death”:

Haven’t you held your breath and bitten your tongue long enough? Why are you still holding yourself back?

There is still SO much left for you to say … and it is NOT too late to run … no … to walk away quietly and simply WALK away like a QUEEN.

As for all those shadows you think you’ve cast? Guess what? FUCK the shadows. Because YA CAN’T HAVE SHADOWS WITHOUT LIGHT. The light is already there, by the way … but you might need to close your eyes to see it.

The best days of your life truly have yet to come … not the least of which is the one you get to CHOOSE the very second you’re done reading this. After all, you’re STILL here, right? So? OPEN UP AND SEIZE IT!

No, you DON’T owe anybody ANYTHING … but you DO owe it to yourself, your GOD, and every other woman in your halo to get out there and live your life ANY WAY YOU PLEASE … NO APOLOGIES. These are the only promises left for you to keep:

Close the door. Close your eyes. But DON’T close yourself off to everything that is still waiting for you to see, try, and become.

I know you’re afraid … and THAT’S OKAY. But, hey — look at me. If I can do this, YOU can do this. Your QUEENDOM is calling you.

And by the way, if you haven’t downloaded this beautiful love song to yourself — the one I’ve been listening to over and over since it was born fifteen years ago today — please do so immediately. Then listen to it daily until it reignites the fire inside your soul — the one you may not have even known was there in the first place.

Girl, the BEST days of your life have yet to come! She’s still waiting for you. All you have to do is whisper to her. NOW, BURN!

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OCTOBER 7, 2025: “The Light” …

Golden light shining through an open doorway in a dark room, illustrating The Light and kindness in darkness.

It’s “World Day of Bullying Prevention” once again, and I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but if you’ve ever been the one some giant FUCKTARD did or said something cruel to during a time when you were already on the ground searching for even the smallest shred of light in all that darkness—only to have the door slammed SHUT and leave you all but blinded—I want you to know that you didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry you had to endure it, but I’m GLAD you’re still here reading this.

Even when everything feels lost, darkness does not get the final word. Sometimes it is the darkness itself that teaches us how fiercely to look for The Light.

Inspired by Disturbed, “The Light”

In the meantime, if YOU are the FUCKTARD who all but put your hands around the throat of someone who was already struggling to breathe … YOU’RE GROSS! Also? Karma is a Jean-Claude Van DAMN mother-effing bitch, soooo … have fun with all that!

Quote graphic about rising to higher ground without pushing other people down.

Black-and-white karma illustration about cruelty, consequences, and being seen.

Related Diary entry: Fight On Fighter — don't let anyone steal your fire.
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OCTOBER 5, 2025: “The Hands That Rock The Cradle” …

He got here red and wrinkled … scared and cryin’ … then she took him up and held him to her breast … and he sure was glad to get what mama offered. Then he went to sleep and put his fears to rest. It didn’t seem to matter what he needed, he could always count on mama to supply, and regardless of the sleep she might be losin’, he always found a twinkle in her eye. There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas … Creation’s most unique and precious pearls … and Heaven help us always to remember that the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.
(Glen Campbell)

… but lemme ask you THIS:

What if on the day he got here, “red and wrinkled … scared and cryin'”, she took one look at him and said, “No thanks. I’ll pass.” Then, instead of holding him to her breast and putting his fears to rest, she either literally or metaphorically threw him away?

What then happened to his fears when he went to sleep? What then happened when the first human being he ever met had NO twinkle in her eye and taught him that he couldn’t count on anyone? What happens when “Creation’s most unique and precious pearls” become the spawned embodiment of evil?

Lol! “There ought to be a hall of fame for mamas?” Yup. There sure as HEAVEN should be. Likewise, should there be a picture of every one of those “mother THINGS and MONSTERS” in the Hall Of SHAME as placeholders until they get to ACTUAL hell.

Happy Heavenly Birthday, Zachariah. You weren’t a burden … or worthless … or unwanted. Yes, I cared and have cried almost every night since you stepped off the ledge that night and threw the fight. Although God only knows how long I’ll be sorting through the wreckage you left behind in your insanity, I still very much love and miss you.

@aDadNamedRory
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OCTOBER 4, 2025: “What If?” …

What if there WON’T be mercy for SOME?

Today is World Animal Day, and my question to all of you is really IS, “What if”? What IF all of this really IS just a test from The Powers That Be and ALL of the animals, no matter how big or seemingly minute and valueless are angels in disguise? Where will YOU be standing on your Final Judgement Day? At The Bridge or The Slide?

For instance …

If you abandoned, starved, and neglected an animal, will YOU be eternally “abandoned, starved, and neglected”? If you tied some helpless creature to a tree out in the backyard and just left it there with no food, water, or shelter from the freezing cold or burning Sun, will YOU be eternally tied to a tree trunk that way and forced to watch “your family” through a window all alone? If you burned animals alive, ran them over for fun, hunted, trapped, and shot holes in them for sport, or caged them for entertainment, will YOU be trapped, caged, burned alive, and shot in the head over and over and over again with no chance for reprieve or escape? Hmm? I wonder.

By the way, by no means am I saying that those THINGS that mistreat, abuse, neglect, abandon, torture and kill the helpless humans amongst us such as infants, children, the elderly, and disabled aren’t also, hopefully, and most importantly going to be avenged in that good ole “eye for an eye” fashion both The Bible and every other religious transcript speaks of, but treating other human beings humanely is a given that should just go without saying, right? But the treatment of animals? Hmm? I just can’t help but wonder!

Look, I’m a God-fearing, Jesus-loving woman who wouldn’t wish merciless “eternal harm” on any human being, but as I’ve oft said before, maybe not all of us are really even “human“. The Bible also says “they walk amongst us“, soooo. Meanwhile, here’s to all the rest of us who literally wouldn’t even hurt a fly, much less set out to torture one of God’s creatures without at least thinking about the consequences of those abhorrent actions and play Russian roulette with our souls!

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OCTOBER 3, 2025: “We Don’t Deserve Them!” …

Illustrated poster inspired by the viral hospital-pigeon story, showing a pigeon perched beside a hospital patient with text explaining the claim.

I saw this picture some time ago on one of my writing forums, accompanied by a story supposedly written by a nurse who took it:

It’s been 23 days since this patient came to this hospital and in these 23 days nobody from his family came to visit him. But there is a pigeon which comes every two days to sit next to his bed. The pigeon stays for a while and then flies away. We then found out that this patient sits on a bench in a park near the hospital every day and feeds the pigeons there. This once again showed us that animals have a better heart than humans.

NEWSFLASH, however … the nurse’s claim was later found to be a fictional “tail” spun for likes, clicks, and views. The photograph is real; the story is not. It was taken on October 19, 2013, at a hospital in Athens, Greece, by photographer Ioannis Protonotarios, who was visiting his father in the cardiology ward. He later confirmed that the pigeon’s appearance was a chance encounter—not a recurring visit—and there is no evidence that the patient had fed the bird in a park or that the bird recognized him. Even so, the image itself all but begs us to acknowledge the true gift animals of all kinds are to humanity, especially if we’ve been blessed enough to have had an unconditionally faithful companion by our side at any point in our life who helped lead us through the darkness and into The Daylight.

The late British author and veterinarian James Herriot, born on October 3, once famously said:

If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude, then animals are better off than a lot of humans.

No truer words.

Meanwhile, I have long believed that the SAD truth is this: humanity doesn’t deserve animals. Thank GOD the animals don’t know that. Bye everyone, it’s me, CAT!

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SEPTEMBER 30, 2025: “You Aren’t Machine! YOU AREN’T MACHINE!” …

Recovery: Some days, you meet every version of yourself before bedtime—the strong, exhausted, angry, grieving one, and the one who still smiles. That doesn’t erase your progress. That’s your humanity showing up while you heal. — The Real Cat Williamson

… and by “recovery” I mean “recovery” from ANY of the following (in NO particular order):

• Acute Trauma
• Grief
• Sexual Abuse
• Domestic Violence
• Emotional Abuse
• Natural Disasters
• Bullying
• Abuse and Neglect
• Abandonment
• Witnessing Violence
• Developmental Trauma
• Intergenerational Trauma
• Life-Threatening Illness
• Your Childhood
• YOUR FAMILY
• Terrorism
• Verbal Abuse
• Accidents
• Assault
• Childbirth
• Pandemic
• Divorce
• Kidnapping
• Military Combat
• Displacement
• Addiction
• Depression
• Alcoholism
• PTSD
• Mental Illness
• Eating Disorders
• Narcissistic Abuse

… and the list goes on and on!

My Survival Resume: ACEs, rape, eating disorder, physical disfigurement, loss of a child, divorce, life with a narcissist, personal suicide attempt, death of a significant other, suicide of a spouse, and mental illness. — The Real Cat Williamson

With that, and in honor of World Recovery Day today, if YOU are in recovery from any of the above or perhaps something else on the list that I missed, please be gentle with yourself and don’t be surprised by a rollercoaster of various emotions all in the same day. Oh, and by the way … contrary to what you or others may have tried to convince you of …

YOU AREN’T MACHINE!

YOU NEED TO SLEEP!

So, cut yourself a break today and allow yourself to rest and reboot as long as is HUMANLY necessary! Also? Here’s to even BEING human in the first place, along with all the pain and suffering that has brought beauty to your bleeding. Remember not to take your humanity for granted, by the way, as you’re endlessly navigating all the highs and lows of living out your second chances. No, it wasn’t supposed to be this way, and yes, you were meant to feel the pain as you were becoming the SURVIVOR you truly are!

~ REAL Cat

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SEPTEMBER 27, 2025: “Back To The Beginning Of The Fire!” …

To heal a wildflower, you must first go to her roots. To get to her roots, you have to go back to the beginning.

Let’s go back to the beginning!

(“Letters To Anna“)

Oh, to be a flower that blooms after a wildfire! “Dear Me”: Just keep blooming in a perfect circle, going forward by continually going backwards to the very beginning of the fire! Then, if as I’ve long known I truly am the most favorite and beloved daughter of this God I adore so much, they’ll never know they’re the children of a cursed woman:

But you see, the flip side of this bittersweet, double-edged sword of a living love story I’ve become is that I’ve gotten to learn the very hard way that my heart is love and my hands can rest because my soul has learned to happily exist in the blissful peace of my own solitude unless and until I decide to let anyone near me with a hammer again, much less be forced to just stand there and watch some mother fucker with a hammer continually annihilate my children.
(“The Shardsman, The Hammer & The Glue“)

Wait! Let me rephrase that: They’ll never know they’re the children of a woman who once thought she was a cursed woman. For as long as I shall live, I’ll keep shattering myself like glass, breaking every one of my bones, tearing out my heart, and scourging my own soul just to keep that that kid who lives inside of me free to bask in the glow of my own wildfires!

Breanne Randall once said,

I can dress in black and hang my head and mourn the loss of the life I longed for / or I can set it all on fire and build new dreams from the ashes / where are the matches?

So, with that, and in honor of this “Ancestor Appreciation Day“, I’m gonna keep lighting everything and one around me on fire! Here’s hoping you will, too! YOU CAN DO THIS, “ME”! I mean, really? You have no other choice! WE have to keep healing the broken little girl inside us … for THEM … and by “them” I don’t just mean the kids. I mean the strangers who walked through fires of their own so that we could find our voice!

In the meantime, pray GOD that the broken little girl who is now a part of our family finds the strength, courage, and brutal self awareness to “see herself” in the next generation of wildfires she’s now torched our family with so that she doesn’t burn and destroy my grandchildren.

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SEPTEMBER 25, 2025: “Oh, Poor YOU!” …

That’s right … YOU HEARD ME!

YOU created the cesspool you’re drowning in, which, (ps), is making you kinda stinky! You can’t really expect to run around breaking every person, place, and thing you touch and not have to fuckin’ pay for it, now can ya? Meanwhile, “if” by chance you’re in the wake of what seems to be the war to end all wars, there are cold, dead bodies lying all around and you’re the only one left standing, perhaps it’s time to reexamine yourself, or, God forbid, examine yourself for the very first time EVER!

No one seems to like you?

Can’t hold on to relationships?

Don’t get included in family functions, ’cause …

You always RUIN family functions!?

Constantly getting fired?

Constantly in trouble with the law?

Constantly have your ‘lil ears BURNING?

People can only show up to the places where you are drunk, stoned, or otherwise highly medicated?

Welp, ya toxic ‘lil monkey …

the problem just MIGHT be YOU!

One of my favorite lines from a song of ALL times is by a band even a ginormous shithead like YOU might have heard. (It’s Def Leppard! 😉):

And then in conversation, I love the way you mention ‘nothing’s ever gone your way’ with a hammer in your hand. You spell out a master plan.

(“To Be Alive“)

YOU NEVER LEARN!

Steve Maraboli once said,

The problem that we have with a victim mentality is that we forget to see the blessings of the day. Because of this, our spirit is poisoned instead of nourished.

Lookit, your victim mentality isn’t serving you very well, so why not just go ahead and FIX IT! Own some things. Account for some things. Apologize for some things. STOP SOME THINGS! Make amends with those prolly very few people who are somehow still willing to let you in their atmosphere. Start taking responsibility for your bullshit actions and for fuck’s sake, GET INTO THERAPY!

While I’m sorry that I’m not sorry for the rough around the edges delivery here, know that I only aim to help. Yes, I know that the truth really hurts, but I am here to tell you that I, too, used to cry “victim” after the consequences of my own bullshittery. Guess what, though? I’ve lived, learned, and have since accepted the errors of all my formerly fucked up ways and all the people I broke along the way … not the LEAST of whom were my children. Then? I forgave myself, walked forward with “Power + Grace“, and my life is just so much more … BETTER!

YOU CAN DO THIS!

You can stop whining and crying over all the stuff that YOU broke! Ga head and give it a try! YOU GOT THIS! Oh, and one last thing. This post is being published on “National Day Of Remembrance Of Homicide Victims” today in honor of those who have been truly “victimized”, which (ps), in this regard isn’t you!

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SEPTEMBER 24, 2025: “Hold On To Your Tunderbolt!” …

… ’cause remember, and Epictetus said it best: Any person capable of angering you really does become your master, so don’t let anyone disturb you and make you their little bitch! Keep that thunderbolt in your own hands as much as humanly possible, and don’t let anyone grab it away from you!

… but (ps):

Don’t you dare beat yourself up too bad when, in the past, you have—or in the future you do—fork over your lightning bolt to some fool who angered you! It happens to the best of us, up to and including me, ’cause we are only human after all. Oh, and by the way, as is par for the course with me, I tried to find the perfect “day” to post here in The Diary, but couldn’t find a single trace of a “World Anger Awareness Day” to save my life. So, instead, I’m posting this now in honor of the release of one of AC/DC’s most recognizable songs, “Thunderstruck,” which was released on this day thirty-five years ago!

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SEPTEMBER 19, 2025: “Don’t Stand So Close To Me!” …

Look, I dunno who needs to know this right now—but exactly 45 years ago, The Police released this most EPIC fight song, if not “love song / mantra / ODE,” to the not-so-people-y people of this world. You know? The freaky INFJs like ME! Let’s see … I would have been, like, 11 at the time. Truthfully, I don’t even know if I’d heard about either The Police or this song back then. Nevertheless, this song is self-explanatory, and this Diary entry is FINISHED! Bye, everyone. It’s me … CAT!

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