Mommy Issues

03/12/2026

🚨 BIG ANNOUNCEMENT 🚨

I’m so excited to invite you all to the very first episode of my new podcast “The Tea is for Tracy.” ☕✨

Starting Sunday, March 22 at 7PM CST, I’ll be spilling the truth on narcissistic abuse, healing out-loud, survivor stories, and the hard truths many people are afraid to talk about.

This space is for survivors, for healing, and for real conversations. If you’ve ever had to rebuild your life after toxic relationships or family dynamics, this podcast is for YOU. 💜

Please support the launch by LIKING 👍🏽 and SUBSCRIBING 🔔 to YouTube channel “Bold & Driven EP.” Your support means everything as I begin this new journey!

Mark your calendars and come sip some tea with me on March 22! ☕🫖

03/03/2026

Narcissists don't look for help, healing or therapy.
They look for a new person who doesn't know they need help, healing and therapy.

They don’t seek growth they seek fresh supply. Someone who hasn’t seen the manipulation, the lies, the emotional chaos they’ve left behind. Someone who will believe the charm, fall for the façade, and mistake their brokenness for depth.

Instead of facing their wounds, they run from them. Instead of accountability, they choose escape. And instead of becoming better, they hunt for someone who hasn’t yet learned the warning signs.

They reinvent themselves for every new victim, wearing whatever mask keeps them admired. But the patterns stay the same: blame-shifting, gaslighting, controlling, and pretending they’re the ones who’ve been hurt.

You can’t heal someone who refuses to see the damage they cause.
All you can do is walk away, protect your peace, and let them repeat the cycle without you in it.

02/22/2026

Ya’ll ask for it & I’m delivering

02/21/2026

02/18/2026

Enjoy the videos and music you love, upload original content, and share it all with friends, family, and the world on YouTube.

02/18/2026

Growth doesn’t always feel good. Sometimes God will shrink your comfort zone to expand your calling. 🐟✨

Outgrowing spaces, people, and old versions of yourself is uncomfortable — but it’s proof you’re evolving.

10/31/2025

🙏🏾

I was assaulted by my father from an infant, to age 5.
My mom told me, that I’d chew my fingers until they bled.
She didn’t know I was doing it out of fear. It was a cry for help from a baby who couldn’t speak. Even still, I loved my dad. I couldn’t even sleep in my own bed. I felt safe with him. He was supposed to be my protector, not the monster. My mom did find out and we left. The judge gave him counseling. Not me, not the victims. I still remember missing him and being confused. I became an angry child. At 11, my uncle abused me. I didn’t tell because I didn’t want my grandma to be sad. As a child, women in my family would blame me for their husbands cheating on them, or start rumors that I was “sleeping around.” Instead of protecting me, they blamed me. This really affects me today. I still can’t be around anyone’s boyfriend/husband, without being terrified that someone will say something about me. So, I avoid men and couples as much as possible. I was assaulted by various people until I was 18. I was sleeping over a friend’s house once, and was assaulted by their dad. This time I did tell, and was kicked out. They blamed me because of my past, and all the rumors. I didn’t call the police because if my friends and family didn’t believe me, why would they? Later I found out I was 4 months pregnant. I looked into adoption, but my mother wouldn’t let me.
In 2010, I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. He kept me going. He knows the truth, I would never keep that from him. He was definitely my Velcro baby. Mine to love and protect. I won’t say it was easy, it was hell sometimes. I would see slivers of his “father” here and there, and it would send me into a spiral. Now I see those slivers, and I know that is my son. He’s not his “father,” never will be. In 2013, I met my husband. He has a son a year younger than mine. Not long after, we had our son. It took me so long to feel comfortable in a safe place, with a safe person. He helped me through hell, and I love him beyond words. Now my boys are in high school, youngest in middle school. It’s been a long journey, but I made it. I’m writing this in my favorite recliner, cat on my lap, listening to the hustle and bustle of week day mornings, and my dog is napping peacefully after breakfast. I just wanted to tell people that no matter how dark it gets, it does get better. Reading this at 18, I wouldn’t believe it. No matter how corny it sounds. It will get better. Don’t give up. You matter. And you are deserving of safety and happiness. We live in a gated community now. I lived long in poverty for so long and grew up homeless, with an alcoholic for a mom. Now I have a beautiful home. My own home. I still get chills just saying that, “My home.” My safe place.

You can help a child protect themselves from abusers, by gifting them a FREE Tell Somebody book! 📚 gofundme.com/GiveAFreeBook

Child abusers, please stop and seek therapy and God.
Parents, talk with and believe your children. ❤️
Survivors, seek therapy. 💪🏽
(To share your story of abuse, message me)
www.TellSomebodyToday.com

10/18/2025