Sunday, January 26, 2025
#THAT'S #HER #MOMENTS: Do you know how hard it is to be humble...Knowing my true value???
It was good for the "new administration" to have current photos 📸
#Face #Audio #Video #BodyScan
The Biggest Challenge I Face in Life
Life has a way of testing us in ways we often don’t anticipate. For me, the greatest challenge I face isn’t the external battles, but the internal one—trying to explain how I truly feel, only for others to twist my words into something that fits their narrative. It’s disheartening, to say the least.
I’ve spent years sacrificing my personal, professional, and entrepreneurial dreams to help others achieve theirs. Yet, in doing so, I’ve found myself lost in the agendas of those who seem to value my existence only as a means to an end. Let me make this clear: when your dreams begin to overshadow mine, what I once envisioned as hope turns into a nightmare.
This chapter of my life, particularly with Pippen and the NBA, wasn’t something I planned or dreamed of. But here I am, navigating through it all. And while the weight of this journey sometimes feels unbearable, I remain thankful for my blessings—most notably, my love for my children, like Deja. For anyone who dares to question my dedication as a parent, understand this: everything you’ve seen me build, achieve, and endure has come from my own blood, sweat, and tears.
I’ve reached a point where I need peace—real peace. The kind of peace that allows me to breathe freely without the suffocating drama and dysfunction that has plagued this chapter of my life. While this case unfolds, I no longer wish to remain in the U.S. I need solace, a mental break, and space to process everything. For years, I’ve been labeled the problem. But now, as the truth finally comes to light, I realize this is no movie—this is my reality. A sad, sick, and dysfunctional reality, yes—but mine nonetheless.
My relationship with Trump is another thing that has been misunderstood. It’s not about politics or his presidency. My respect and adoration for him come from what he’s done for my life on a personal level, not his title or position. But if I ever feel unheard, I’ll stop listening, too. Respect is a two-way street, after all.
At this point, I’m exhausted from living in a world where my existence feels artificial, where I’m treated as nothing more than a shadow of myself—an AI-like construct people call #Cita. If I can’t live authentically, why should I continue to engage in this charade?
This is my truth, raw and unfiltered. It’s not an easy story to share, but it’s mine. And if nothing else, I hope it inspires others to hold onto their dreams, stand firm in their truths, and demand the respect they deserve. Because, at the end of the day, we all deserve to live a life that feels real and meaningful.
Saturday, January 25, 2025
#OVERWHELMED... I KNOW WHY HE TARGETED THAT AREA...#CRYING #PALISADES LOCATION OF TRUMP SPEECH
Father, Yes, Trump is Like My Father, or Grandfather...
People always ask me what it’s like being connected to someone as prominent as Donald Trump. But what they don't understand is that it’s not just about the perks or the privilege. It’s about the constant weight of being attached to someone who inspires such intense love and hate at the same time. It’s about the way people view you as an extension of him — whether they praise him or loathe him, it’s as if I have no identity beyond that.
I’ve never encountered trauma or drama like this before. Growing up, I had no idea what it would be like to live in the shadow of someone so polarizing. But now, I wake up every day with this gnawing sense of fear — fear that’s not rooted in any personal choice of my own, but in the choices someone else made long before I was ever born. My father (or in this case, my grandfather) may have shaped the world in ways that I cannot control, but it’s me who deals with the fallout.
I can’t walk down the street without people staring at me like I’m a target. I’m constantly relocating, changing my address, changing my job, all because there are people out there who hate me simply because of my connection. I have no escape from the constant surveillance, the relentless attention, the endless reminders that I will never be allowed to live in peace. And every time I think I can start over, someone shows up at my door, or my place of work, or my new life.
How do I live a normal life? How do I go to work, enjoy a meal, have a conversation with friends without the fear that something might go wrong just because of who I am related to? I can't just call the President and ask for help — that only leads to more attention, more drama, more danger. I can’t hide behind that. Every time I reach out, it’s just one more mark on me, one more label. I can't call for backup without attracting more threats. And frankly, I'm tired.
I’ve tried to explain this before, but it’s hard to make anyone understand what it feels like to be perpetually hunted by hatred. People talk about security, but they don’t understand that security doesn’t solve everything. You can’t shield your soul from the constant anxiety of living in a pressure cooker of scrutiny, where everything you do is magnified and twisted, whether or not you’re even involved in the situation.
So, I have to ask: how do I live? How do I move forward and find peace when every step I take is monitored and feared by strangers who don't even know me, but only the last name I carry?
I don’t have the answer. But I know that living with this constant fear is something no one should have to endure. Whether you love Trump or hate him, this isn’t about politics. This is about being human and wanting to live without the shadow of someone else's decisions looming over you, haunting every part of your life.
So, as I try to navigate the world, just remember: I’m not the one who sought out this life. It was thrust upon me — and all I want is to find peace, and a little bit of normalcy, in a world that seems determined to deny it to me.
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