My two cents and yes it may piss you off


Life Cycles: My Two Cents

A lot of times in life, we label things based on natural—or supposedly natural—cycles. This is especially true when it comes to female life stages. From the time we're born, by people start attributing behaviors to emotions or hormone levels: pre-puberty, puberty, pre-menopause, menopause, and so on.

“She’s hormonal.”
“She’s emotional—must be that time of the month.”
“She’s going through the change.”
“She’s past the change.”

We’ve all heard it, and we do it to men too. Men are labeled as going through a “midlife crisis,” and we excuse certain behaviors, even failed marriages, because of it. Either that, or we demonize them for it. But the truth is, a lot of the time, it’s not about hormones—it’s about choices.

Our culture loves to find labels and excuses for everything.

And yes, this next part might piss some people off, but I’m going to say it anyway: past trauma has become a go-to reason to explain away our problems and justify our choices.

Now, before anyone jumps down my throat, hear me out—I have a counseling degree. I have certifications. I know trauma. I have trauma. Lots of it. Some of it horrific. And I’ve done the work to heal from it. That was my choice. I still have triggers—sure. That’s real. But at some point, you are responsible for learning how to manage your triggers. And always, always, you are responsible for your choices.

Maybe it’s a Gen X thing (another label), but many of us grew up believing we could walk through life with a “f**k off” attitude. Spoiler: you can’t. Not really. Not without consequences.

And yes, this post may rub people the wrong way. I don’t care.

I’m tired of the excuses.
I’m tired of people refusing to look inward.
I’m tired of people acting like decency is optional.

At the end of the day, we are all responsible for how we show up in the world. If you choose not to be a decent, kind, loving human being, that’s your call—but don’t blame your upbringing, your trauma, your ex, or your boss for your decision to be cruel, violent, or abusive.

Everyone over the age of 25 has a fully developed brain. That means you have the capacity to control yourself, to take accountability, to seek help. And yes—help is out there. It might take work. It might cost something. You might have to apply, wait, jump through hoops. That’s life. It’s not fair. But people do it every single day. You can too.

If all you do is scroll social media, complain about how broken the system is, and blame everyone else for where you’re at—you’re never going to find healing, or peace, or purpose.

Yes, there are broken systems. We’ve seen that clearly over the last 7+ years. But in the last couple of years, in my opinion, there’s been a shift. People are waking up to the fact that real change doesn’t come from one person in a political office—it comes from us. From our homes. From how we raise our kids. From how we treat each other in everyday life.

It starts with figuring out what you believe in. What your values, ethics, and morals are. And yes, I personally believe you can find all of that in the oldest book ever written. But if you don’t believe that, that’s your choice—and no one should attack you for it. That’s not what the book teaches anyway.

So yeah—this is my two cents.
Because my Facebook says I get to post my two cents.
Just like you get to post yours.

Today, I felt like sharing.
Take it or leave it.
Either way—have a great day.


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