Diary of a chromosomal imbalanced mother...

Name is Alyssa, I'm here to just write, post, and look for others who have similarities with what has been going on with my life

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From Headlines to Hashtags: How Media Turned Misery Into Entertainment

I don’t know when we all decided it was normal to scroll through Facebook and see a stranger’s mugshot between a recipe video and a Christmas meme, but here we are. And it hits me every time, this heavy, sick feeling, wondering how the hell we got so comfortable turning someone else’s worst moment into our afternoon entertainment. You know the moment I mean. You’re scrolling. You see a blurry…

From Headlines to Hashtags: How Media Turned Misery Into Entertainment

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Applications, Algorithms, and Anxiety: Why Job Hunting Feels So Dehumanizing Now

There used to be a time when getting a job meant walking into a business, shaking someone’s hand, and handing them a paper application. You’d look them in the eye, smile, and hope they saw something in you, a work ethic, a spark, a person. Now, job hunting feels more like sending pieces of yourself into a black hole. You fill out endless online applications. I’ve filled out so many that I can…

Applications, Algorithms, and Anxiety: Why Job Hunting Feels So Dehumanizing Now

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Lived Experience Isn’t “Unqualified”: Why Caregivers Deserve a Seat at the Table

I came across a job listing the other day, one I would’ve been perfect for. It was a role supporting individuals with disabilities, something I’ve spent 15 years doing firsthand as a mom and caregiver. But then I saw the “requirements.” A bachelor’s degree. Two years of “field experience.” And knowledge of something called OPWDD which, funny enough, I’ve navigated more times than I can…

Lived Experience Isn’t “Unqualified”: Why Caregivers Deserve a Seat at the Table

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When Caregiving Collides with “Full Availability”: Why America’s Job Market Still Doesn’t See Us

After writing The Ghost Job Epidemic, I couldn’t stop thinking about the people who fall through the cracks of this broken system, not because they’re unqualified, not because they don’t want to work, but because their lives demand something the workforce rarely offers anymore: flexibility. For me, that truth hits home as both a job seeker and a caregiver. I’ve spent months applying,…

When Caregiving Collides with “Full Availability”: Why America’s Job Market Still Doesn’t See Us

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The Ghost Job Epidemic: Why “Now Hiring” Doesn’t Mean You’ll Get Hired

On paper, Rochester’s economy looks stable in 2025. Employers like Wegmans, healthcare networks, and local universities remain major players in the region’s job market. But for job seekers like me, the story behind those numbers tells a very different truth. I’ve applied to the same Wegmans entry-level manager position four times, and interviewed twice, yet the listing continues to come up as…

The Ghost Job Epidemic: Why “Now Hiring” Doesn’t Mean You’ll Get Hired

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Why I Started Questioning Religion

Lately, with the recent passing of Charlie Kirk, I’ve found myself diving back into questions I thought I’d left behind years ago. Charlie was one of those people who popped up on my feed now and then. I didn’t agree with everything he said, but sometimes he raised points that made me pause. Toward the end, he had even started questioning “I” and that, combined with watching the pain and conflict…

Why I Started Questioning Religion

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💛 Free Printables for Moms & Special Needs Families From My Heart to Yours Looking for calming social stories, cozy coloring pages, and gentle tools made for moms and neurodivergent families? This post is your one-stop freebie vault I've gathered all of my current free printables - including social stories for special needs kids, affirmation cards, journal pages, and coloring sheets made for tired, beautiful souls. Whether you're a parent navigating hard moments, or just a mom who needs five quiet minutes with a marker and a reminder that she's still standing - I made this for you. * Grab your downloads. Check out my Ko-fi. And thank you for being here.

💛 Free Printables for my Moms & Special Needs

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My Dearest Ocean

My Dearest Ocean, From where I hang in the dark velvet sky, I watch you. Every night, I send my light to dance across your skin, and you answer me with waves that rise and fall as if you’re breathing in my glow. You pull at me with your tides, and I pull back a silent conversation written in ripples and reflections. We move each other without ever truly touching, an endless waltz where…

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A brutally honest look at my young adulthood the bad decisions, the reckless nights, the toxic relationships, and the lessons I learned the hard way. From blowing my inheritance on a house I didn’t love, to surviving abuse, to realizing that freedom isn’t always freedom if you’re not ready for it… this is Part Two of my story, told without sugarcoating. Because sometimes, the only way to grow is to own your mistakes.

The Things I Learned the Hard Way (Part 2)

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The first of September brings a shift in the air, cooler mornings, softer sunlight, and the feeling that fall is just around the corner. In two days, the girls will head back to school, and the house will settle into a new rhythm. This reflection captures the beauty of fresh starts, seasonal change, and the quiet magic of early September.

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A raw, frustrated look at Facebook’s failure to address targeted harassment and false reporting. After being restricted multiple times by a malicious user, I’ve sent three detailed reports and gotten nothing but automated responses. This post dives into how AI moderation is replacing human review, why real issues get ignored, and how it feels to lose access to the very platform you use to share your voice.

When Facebook Lets Harassment Slip Through the Cracks

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Late summer Sunday mornings carry a quiet kind of magic, warm air softened by a gentle breeze, golden light that lingers just a little longer, and the subtle reminder that change is near. This reflection captures the beauty of holding onto the season’s final moments before autumn arrives.

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Saturday evenings often feel like the halfway mark of a weekend that slips by too fast. Between cleaning, errands, laundry, and family get-togethers, it’s easy to forget that weekends are meant for rest too. This reflection looks at how we tend to take weekends for granted, and how even in the busyness, there are small moments worth holding onto.

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Saturday mornings carry a special kind of peace, no rush, no alarms, just slow sunlight, coffee brewing, and the quiet chance to notice life’s little details. In this reflection, I share the beauty of slowing down and savoring the ordinary moments that make weekends feel different from the rest of the week.

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In this evening reflection, I revisit childhood nights spent in my room—lit by a lamp, a TV tuned to Nickelodeon or MTV, and the comfort of music before bed. Some nights were peaceful and filled with coloring, drawing, and lyrics, while others carried the weight of school drama or unforgettable fear, like the night my window was shot up with BBs. This post explores the mix of safety, solitude, and uncertainty that shaped my childhood evenings.

Evening Reflections, A Childhood Room

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A sunny afternoon, a surprise trip, and so many animals to meet, this visit to the Seneca Park Zoo was one for the books. From lounging sea lions to sleepy lions, graceful giraffes, and even a snowy owl, Arya and I enjoyed every moment. The best part? Catching a quick glimpse of Steve at work before we explored the rest of the zoo. Sometimes, the best memories are made from the simplest surprises. 🦁✨

A Surprise Afternoon at the Seneca Park Zoo

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In tonight’s reflection, I pause to notice the small but meaningful moments that made today matter. From the quiet shift of late summer air to the decision to let go of worries before tomorrow begins, this post is a reminder that beauty often lives in the simplest things.