Our Great American Nightmare

“Two months after my Dad passed away, we found ourselves faced with a lawsuit that threatened to take away everything we had worked so hard to build. Simultaneously, I began to face unsurmountable health battles. In addition to facing overwhelming grief from the sudden loss of my 70 year-old Dad, Sienna was not being provided with the supports she needed to attend school, and I was forced to home-school her. The systems and people I thought we would get help from let us down. The corruption that lives in every facet of our broken country began to reveal itself at every turn.”  

Our Great American Nightmare

Privilege allows you to be quiet, to go with the flow, and not rock the boat. It allows you to casually dip your toe in political conversations, but change the subject if it gets too intense. You get to redirect the conversation to a more lighthearted topic and silently judge the family member who takes it too seriously. I have been quiet in my politics for a few years, because I didn’t want to alienate anyone in my life. I needed to take some time to reclaim my voice, and find a productive way to express my feelings without coming across as judgmental. During the Trump years, I had many disagreements with people in my life who didn’t understand why some of his choices impacted my family. One of those people was my father, and when I unexpectedly lost him, I regretted having spent so much time hating his opinions. Since going quiet, it seems that our family’s lives have been even more influenced by some of the broken systems in this country. While Trump is and was polarizing, our problems are much bigger than just one person.  

So, before you take that toe out of the cold water, and put it back on the warm sand, consider listening to our story. We are a family being impacted by the important issues in this country. I have learned that neither party has it right. In my opinion, both parties have led to the destruction of this country. I wish we could all stop thinking about pledging blind loyalty to party and agenda, and start pledging to listen to how the issues impact the citizens living here. I wish we could look outside our own interests, but I fear we are too far gone. We don’t listen to each other anymore. Instead, we point fingers and grow in outrage. I know it’s idealistic to think our story could change your mind, but I’m still a believer. I choose to believe in the power of good people. I hope that you will indulge me and listen, because people are drowning. No one taught them how to swim. They can’t access the lifeguard. Someone is yelling at them. No one is listening. 

I had a vision of how my life would go, and my vision never came to be. I never anticipated the tragedy and hardship that would come for me as a mother. I never anticipated needing the government to help me. I wasn’t raised that way. I was raised to believe that hard work and preparation could get you through any hardship. Unfortunately, as an adult, I have learned that is incredibly naive. Some systems are positioned in a way that makes escaping the hurdles impossible. In fact, some systems count on that. 

You may not need help or assistance from the government right now, but one day you may not be that fortunate. It happened to me over and over and over. We are currently at war with multiple systems; healthcare, education, corporate America and the litigation tactics used by people with power and money.

Two months after my Dad passed away, we found ourselves faced with a lawsuit that threatened to take away everything we had worked so hard to build. Simultaneously, I began to face some unsurmountable health battles. In addition to facing overwhelming grief from the sudden loss of my 70 year-old Dad, Sienna was not being provided with the supports she needed to attend school, and I was forced to home-school her. 

The systems and people I thought we would get help from let us down. The corruption that lives in every facet of our broken country began to reveal itself at every turn.  

Over the next few months, as we finally begin to get answers and reach resolution on some of the battles we have endured, I have decided to stop being silent and fearful of retribution. I may not have the money to waterboard families in litigation, but I do have my voice and I believe in its power. 

Please indulge me and go on a journey with me. I will be sharing anecdotes, stories, and posts that will enlighten you if you allow them to.  

Let me share with you some of the things I have learned the past two years. I will be sharing what happened with the franchise we were supposed to open during COVID, TruFusion. I will share my health journey, and how I realized even more so than before that our system is broken in so many ways beyond costs. I will also delve into how the public education system let Sienna and our family down, along with the Catholic church. They are things I wish I had known, but I was on dry land enjoying the sunshine and sand too. 

Two years later, I find myself on a sinking lifeboat with my family, in spite of doing everything within my power to save us from drowning. 

Look for Part 1 The Lawsuit this week…

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