My Personal Disappointment

I am going to share some recent and not so recent events in my life that keep leaving me disappointed.

As I have talked about before, I was molested when I was 13. I’m not sure that I have talked about my family’s involvement in those events. Months beforehand, my cousin, who was 9 at the time, experienced the exact same from the same man. Mel had not only molested her, he had exposed himself to her. After him doing that, my cousin went to her mom, my aunt Cindy, and told her what he had done. My aunt proceeded to not believe her. Then after what happened to me, she finally was faced with the truth.

The years after we’re full of us trying to forgive. Forgive Mel, forgive Cindy. Forgive Mel for hurting us and to forgive Cindy for putting a man above her family. We managed to come to that point. I love my aunt Cindy. She has grown and she has taken care of me. But her living situation has not changed as much as it should have. She still has let men live in her house. She has one living there now.

Chris is my uncles childhood friend. He lives with Cindy. During his stay there, cindy has grown to care for him as they help one another. During this time, my mom and I were letting my uncle live with us as he was trying to recover from alcoholism. He had relapsed many times and we had given him many chances. It came to a point where he was refusing to stop drinking and lying about us to others in our lives.

My uncle was friends with my moms friends husband. Rita, my moms friend, was coming to my house and caring for me because I am very sick. It was a heaven sent. My uncle proceeded to lie to her husband, telling him that I was faking the severity of my illness for attention. Rita’s husband told her not to come to my house anymore because it was not necessary.

I am trying to get on disability because my illness has made it so I can’t work or go to school. My uncle doing this could have damaged this process and could have made it impossible for me to get better. We proceeded to kick him out.

My mom told my uncle and Chris that she did not want them to come to the house when she wasn’t there. He made plans to come with Chris when my mom was here so he could get his stuff. He told my mom that he wouldn’t come without her there. What does he do? He proceeds to come with Chris at 10 a.m. I’m asleep half naked in my bed. I wake up to the sound of them in my room taking the TV that he had lent me. They also proceeded to try to take things that weren’t there’s. The last time had felt that exposed and that disrespected was when I was molested. There is a man not related to me in my room, without permission, while I’m almost naked.

After my mom found out from my aunt Theresa. She called my aunt cindy and asked her why they did that. My aunt cindy knew of the rule my mom put forth, she was going to come with them, and knew that Chris and my uncle wanted and were going to disobey. She told my aunt Theresa but neglected to tell my mom. After cindy was confronted, she told my mom that “she made a decision and my mom needed to get over it.” My mom could have called me to wake up and informed me but instead my uncle and his friend were prioritized over us. Doesn’t all of this sound like it’s happened before?

Cindy neglecting to inform us about a man, and I end up in a situation that I can’t control. I end up with my privacy violated. I’m not angry in this situation. I’m frustrated and disappointed. My mom and I are constantly going out of our way to love our family and we get betrayed by them over and over again. We aren’t saints, I know that. But I would never put my family in the situations that my uncle and aunt have put us in.

So now, we have to take a step back. We have to set strict boundaries with our family. I am so utterly disappointed. I love my family but I can’t keep doing this with them.

Chronic illness

I know what I am

I know what I’m bad at. Looking sexy, staying on a routine, and maintaining my weight. I’m bad at telling people that I think I’m better off dead, or that I’m in so much pain, physically and emotionally. I am the worst at closing the wippies after I use them and at washing my face. I am terrible at letting people in and seeing what’s going on with me.

I also know what I’m good at. Being a derp, forgetting what I should do next, and not eating while still gaining weight. I’m great at saying nonsense so that people are distracted, or acting when I’m not alone. I’m a pro at drying out wipes and getting pimples. I’m really good at talking about what others want to hear and putting on a show.

Chronic illness

I Hate Water

I'm frustrated with myself. To be more accurate, my body. I have always struggle with drinking water and I have been dehydrated and sent to the hospital because of it three times already. When I was diagnosed with POTS, I never thought that water would be the golden ticket to functioning. It's not only that I hate water, it's that drinking 64 oz or more in a day has proven to make me nauseous. Putting anything in my stomach makes me nauseated.

So what's the solution? IV hydration therapy. I thought, wow I can't believe I can do it this way! Then after two months of getting stuck with needles twice a week, I realized that I couldn't endure long term. Not just because of nurses missing the vein and having to stick me again or the crazy bruising around every area they poke and not even just the poking itself. It was because long term veins train themselves not to get poked and I would have to get a port.

What is a port you ask? To be honest all I know is that it's a device that gets surgically inserted into your body and it allows you to get fluids from there. Yes I'm chronically ill and I'm used to tests, procedures, and needles but I have never had a surgery as an adult. So I thought I'd try to drink water on my own again. I can't describe the dark yellow color that my urine is right now. And I'm drinking as much as I can endure.

So I'm frustrated. I don't want to do this but I know I have to. I have to take care of my body even if it means doing things I don't like. Until then, I am going to do anything else to ignore the fact that I'm crazy dehydrated. Hopefully until I can set everything up, I won't be hospitalized.


Nutcases, Pinterest, and Jesus

I want to write about my friends. I have a small group from church and I never imagined the friendship that would be created. I have many great girlfriends in the group and they have introduced me to whole new worlds.

They have broadened my faith in Jesus, expanded my musical tastes, and introduced me to beautiful new cultures. I hope I have done that for them in other ways. I hope that our friendship expands for years to come.

I have to admit that I am afraid. I am a person who is full of fear. I am scared that my friends will see something in me that makes them walk away. I'm afraid that this will end like the past ones. I fear that I won't have anything to give to them in our friendship like they have given to me.

As someone who is chronically ill, it is normal for me to not be reliable. But I want to be a person that they can come to, someone they want to come to. I want to impact their lives in positive ways. I want them to want me around. This is difficult for me to express. One day I won't struggle to tell them how I feel in person.

I love my Tuesday night nutcases. I love the women that have chosen to remain in my life. I wish them all the great things God has to offer. I wish for more 30 minute laughs. I wish for more inside jokes. I wish for more game nights. I wish for more chapters of my friend's book. I wish for more "drunk MM knows what she likes" moments. I wish for more Pinterest notifications. And I wish for more gluten free cookies and frosting! God willing, there will be more to come.

Chronic illness


I can feel my illnesses. I can feel their symptoms all over my body. No, they are not just labels, not just letters on a page. I’m hurt, constantly hurt. The sad thing is that I can’t show you because it’s down to my bones. It’s something MRIs and X-rays can’t see. For you, seeing is believing and that logic is flawed. “A 20 year old is this sick? Impossible.” I can tell you what is really impossible, Me getting and holding down a job. What is really impossible is me finishing college, I know I have tried to twice. What is impossible is for me to have a hour free of pain. I haven’t had one of those since I was 13. I am telling you that this is real and it doesn’t want me to survive. I’m telling you that I am terrified because I don’t know what I am going to do when I turn 26. I’m telling you that I am angry because none of you will believe me and help me.

I am stuck inside my body. It tortures me with full force and I am surprised that I am still alive. I’m devastated, I don’t get to have a normal relationship, I don’t get to have my own children, and I don’t get to enjoy more then half of what life has to offer. When I do what others do, I can’t enjoy it due to not being able to eat, stand, or make money. My room has become my fortress. I hide myself there due to shame and embarrassment. What man wants to date someone who can’t be productive? What friends want to go home at 9pm on a friday? Hear me, I am suffering.



I will start with the original 5…
Let's start with the oldest E.co

Here are some facts on this Goddess….

Right now he is currently serving his time in the military. He just entered. 🇰🇷
He was born 1987 in Busan but grew up in Gimsae.
Specialty: impersonating Simon D.
He eats the most compared to the other members.🍱 He loves all food
Hobby: fashion design 👗
He is an only child. 👶🏻
His ideal type: he just knows when he likes someone.

NEXT is Simba
Our lonely lion 🦁 leader

Some facts on this crazy guy….

He was born 1992 in Gyeonggi, Suwon, Korea
He speaks Korean and Japanese
He has an older sister and a younger brother
Favorite food: chocolate 🍫
Hobby: photography 📷
Specialty: acting 🎭
His ideal type: Petite girls that he can protect.

NEXT is Eddy
Adorable shorty

Here are some facts on this aegyo king 👑

He was born 1990 in Los Angeles, California.
Has a younger sister.
He speaks Korean and English.
He is the best cook out of the members.
He was on MasterChef Korea in 2012.
Hobbies: cooking 👨‍🍳 , Playing Soccer ⚽️, camping ⛺️, and doing stunts 🤸🏻‍♂️
Favorite food: Mexican 🇲🇽, Japanese 🇯🇵, and Italian 🇮🇹
Specialty: martial arts 🥋
His ideal type: outgoing, sporty, someone who isn't afraid to get sweaty.

NEXT is Prince Mak
Yes it's his real name.

Some facts on this Australian Chinese Prince…(pun)

He was born 1990 in Sydney, Australia 🇦🇺
He has an older sister and a younger brother.
He speaks English, Chinese, and Korean.
He can play piano, bass, and guitar 🎸
Favorite food: Korean fried chicken 🍗, Japanese ramen 🍜, and Vietnamese pho 🍲.
Hobbies: dancing 💃🏼, beatboxing, playing guitar 🎸, wrestling 🤼‍♀️, and martial arts 🥋.
He is currently on hiatus, he is signed with emperor entertainment group Beijing pursuing a solo career and just starred in a new movie 🎥. He did confirm that he was still apart of JJCC December 2016. (Still not sure what's going on there.)
Ideal type: girls with short hair.

And the last original member..
SanCheong! Mr. Maknae…

Here are some facts on this flexible dork…

He was born 1993 in Daegu, Korea.
His nickname is sloth.
Only child 👶🏻
He speaks Korean and English.
Hobbies: watching movies 🎥, acting 🎭, and sleeping 😴. Aka: sloth
Favorite food: meat 🍖
He is the messiest out of the members.
Participant in Produce 101 season 2.
Ideal type: long-haired girls who are pretty when they smile.

Now with the members who made a great addition to JJCC!

FIRST is Zica
Cutie tattoo guy.

Some facts on this Cinnamon roll…

Real name: Dae Hwan/대 흰
Lead vocal and rapper
Height: 183
Weight: 63
He was born April 17, 1992 in Gwangju, Korea.
He speaks Korean and English.
Hobbies: listening to music 🎶 and traveling 🗺.
He has a dog named Hoca.
Can beatbox.
His nickname is roundie.
Former member of ATO

AND now Yul
Love him. Feed him..

Some facts about this cuddly guy….

Real Name: Kim Chanyul/김찬율
Vocal and visual
Height: 186
Weight: 66
He was born February 27, 1992 in Gwangji, Korea.
Hobbies: weight training🏋🏻, listening to music 🎶, photography 📸, and watching movies 🎥.
Specialty: snowboarding 🏂
Former member of ATO
He is a participant of Produce 101 season 2.

They are Jackie Chan's idol group!

Now here are some things you should watch…
Them with their pets
Let's Dance: Fire
Let's Dance: Where you at
JJCC fighter: Eddy's revenge
Take 1: ep.5 intro to The pets
Take 1: ep.9 what are you doing?

At First
BingBingBing (one way)
On The Flower Bed
Where You At
*SKIPTRACE WITH JACKIE CHAN* (idk if they sing)


Like A Year 

I am like a year. I go through seasons and sometimes I’m not constant. But with me you will always know what day it is. My seasons depend on my body and the time surrounding it. I can have times where I am barely conscious. When months go by and I’m sleeping due to the exhaustion. 

Then all of a sudden I will be alive and happy. Where I experience everything going on around me and the Lord is constantly present. 

Again the season will change and all I experience is trial. I get stuck inside myself and God is on the back burner because I need to be strong on my own. Being weak with God gets prolonged and I slowly fall into a pit. 

I’ll end my year flat on my face trying to receive forgiveness. Forgiveness for the same sins I committed the year before. Making empty promises to my God about how I will serve him through out my year nonstop. 

I know what my seasons are and that I need to change them. But I never do. Each day I know I’m doing it all over again but I let it take its course. And through out it all, my savior is still as close to me as my right hand. What a fool I am and what a merciful God I serve.


At times like these…

… I am all alone. I don’t know where to go. I want to tell someone about how I hate myself but the one person I can tell is overwhelmed by my existence. I just want to say that I hate myself and I need someone to love me. I don’t believe that I am able to be loved, at least not very easily.  I am burdensome and I am so sorry. I can’t do anything for myself and 1 person to do the job of 2. Then I expect them to want to spend their free time with me. People will tell me that it’s all lies that I’m telling myself but why do I feel like I’m through the lies as my reality. It’s something I can’t shake. I just want to make people happy. But I bring them down to where I’m dying and they constantly push me away.


Abuse Education 

Survivors of abuse, whether it’s physical, mental/emotional, or sexual, need support. Let’s be honest with ourselves, we don’t like talking about those things. It’s graphic and horrible but it’s time to start talking. 

I want to educate you on somethings that happen when someone is abused. If you have never learned about abuse, I want you to take what I say and remember it.

1. We survivors feel shame. Why? Because we think that our abuse is our fault. It is a huge lie that the abuser and society tries to tell us so that they don’t have to deal with the consequences of the abusers actions. I can tell someone all day that the shame that they feel belongs to the person that hurt them. Will that stop them from feeling that shame and guilt? Absolutely not. As the people surrounding them, we need to validate this. We need to change what they think is true but it is ultimately up to the survivor to make an effort to believe the truth.

2. People who haven’t been through abuse, say the stupidest things to the people who have. “Why didn’t you just leave?” “Why did you get so drunk?” “You should have called the cops.” It goes on and on. If you don’t know what to say, here’s a guide line: “I believe you.” “It is not your fault.” “Let me help you.” “Do you want to talk?” Remember that you have no idea what this person is going through and they need your help. They are using their strength to persevere and may not be in the right mind set. Like they my be constantly terrified. Someone may not be able to leave their situation because their abuser is in control of their money and other things they would need to leave. We should be on their side and help them make the right choices and not judge them for not making good decisions at the time. 

3. People who go through abuse are not the same after the abuse is over. They loose control over the basic things that they should have control over. They are violated by a person who is selfish and has no care for human life. I say that because the abuser chooses their need for power and control over the survivors life. The survivor is completely different because of this. They don’t trust, they are paranoid, and they are overwhelmed with sadness and depression. Each person turns out different through abuse but different nonetheless. So don’t expect someone to just pick up their life as it was and move on. What happened is apart of their lives forever and they will spend their lives with it effecting everything they do.

4. Not all abuse is the same. People like to compare situations with other people’s situations. Abuse in all forms cannot be compared to someone else’s. Someone who was molested cannot compare that situation to someone who was raped multiple times for a year. The two people would go through those experiences differently. People can be more sensitive then others. The person who was molested could take more time in therapy then the one who was raped. It’s all about individual experience. We stand independently together. 

5. Society needs to treat people who have been abused much better and differently. We look at Kesha’s case some people are not even phased. She has to work with the man that abused her. The court heard what she had to say about what happened to her, and they refused to terminate her contract with this man. Sony has agreed that she doesn’t have to work with him but every time she releases music and profits, he gets to profit off of her too. That’s absolutely horrendous. You wonder why people don’t report what happens to them. Don’t you think if they did and nothing happened to their abuser, the abuser would go after them? 

As someone who is a survivor, this is coming from my point of view. I decided to write this because I am tired of people not taking abuse seriously. I’m tired of survivors being treated the way they are because people are ignorant. We need to educate ourselves no matter how hard or difficult the topic may be. 


What Needed To Be Said…

Warning: this is about molestation. It does go into detail. 

I want to tell you a story. I had a dream that I was 13 again. I was in a court room with a jury, a lawyer, and him. I was subpoenaed to take the stand and answer the questions his lawyer had for me. 

“Are you ready?” The lawyer asked me shallowly. 

I replied with a question, “So you are going to ask me certain questions so that my answers make Mel look not guilty of something he is definitely guilty of?” 

“I’m trying to get the truth.” He said raising his eyebrows. 

I leaned forward towards the mic, “I am 13 years old and my cousin is 9. Mel is somewhere in his 50s. He lived with her for around 8 months before that night. It was a Friday, the first night of our 2 week Christmas break. It took 2 hours to get there, like usual, so it was late that night. We were celebrating Christmas early like we always did. We begged to open one present before we went to bed. My mom and her 2 sisters gave in. We got Christmas pajamas but mine were a bit too small so my stomach showed slightly…” 

“We don’t have all day..” his lawyer interjected. 

“All of this is relevant and the truth. Don’t minimize what happened to me.” He apologized and gestured me to continue. 

I clear my throat, “I wore the pjs anyway. Later I was in my cousin Warren’s room. We were sitting on his bed and playing video games. All of a sudden Mel stuck his head through the door. He wanted us to spend time with the others. We didn’t want to stop playing so we said no thanks. That’s when he started saying that Warren was into me. And that my cousin wanted to have sex with me. I was shocked, I shook it off as his crude humor. He left and I looked over at my cousin and asked if he would go out to where the others were. He agreed. Once we got there Mel was excited that we came and hugged me. I felt uncomfortable due to the fact that I was in puberty and I didn’t have a bra on…” 

“Did you tell your mom that he was saying those things?” He questioned. 

“No I was embarrassed. I didn’t want to think about those things.” 

Jotting something down he replied, “Continue.” 

I took a deep breath, “Shortly after that we were sent to bed. I slept in my 9 year old cousins bed with her, my mom and my aunt tete in my aunt Cindy’s bed, Mel in the living room with my aunt Cindy on the living room floor. Mel came into the room kissed us goodnight and drunkenly struggling to turn off the tv. He left and returned a while later and repeated the same thing. I was confused but I fell asleep right after my cousin. I woke up groggy and on my stomach. I felt heaviness on my legs but I didn’t process the fact that there was someone on top of me and they were licking and kissing the top of my butt untill moments later. I was terrified. I slowly turned my head to see who it was, and once I saw Mel I jolted back to laying flat. He noticed I was awake and slurred ‘shh go back to sleep.'” 

“Did you scream for help?” The lawyer asked connivingly. 

“I was in shock so no. I couldn’t find my voice for a while after it happened.” He nods and tells me to continue. 

“So  I replied to him telling him that I needed to go to the bathroom. I don’t know why I said it. But he got up, pulled up his pants, and backed into the corner of the room where it was darker since the moon was lighting up the room. I got down to the end of the bed to get up and I told myself not to look at him. But I looked up and saw his face. He looked back and he quickly got angry. He came after me and I ran to the bathroom that was in the living room. He knocked and knocked so I told him through the door that I would be right out. I turned on the faucet to make it sound like peeing…”

 “I’m sorry but you were letting him know that you would come out to him? This is extremely difficult to believe.” He scoffed.

 My anger rose up in me, “You know what’s hard to believe? A man being charged with battery for climbing into bed with a 13 and 9 year old and touching one of them sexually. Him getting less then a month in jail for ruining my life. For destroying my family. I can’t close my eyes without remembering how I felt in that bathroom. I close my eyes and I go back to when I realized that I had his saliva all over my butt and inside my buttcrack. I go back to me sitting on the toilet scrubbing myself raw so that I was sure he wasn’t on me and I relive the moment that I realized that he was still out there with my baby cousin and that he has probably already done this to her more then once. I go back to making the decision to take her place that night. I shut my eyes and I remember the feeling I had when I realized that I might loose my virginity to a 50 year old without my consent. That I had to open the door and distract him from my cousin and I had to do it now. And the numbness my body gave me so that I could survive. I relive the relief I had when I opened the door and I found him passed out on the chair and I ran to my cousins room. And I relive my heart breaking laying next to her and deciding instead of not saying anything about it I would tell. I relive every moment. This is what I call unbelievable.” 

There was just silence. The lawyer was just doing his job. I knew that, but I had to do mine. 

Everything ended, he took a deal and spent 3 weeks in jail. He got to go home to his sister and 2 nieces. Maybe if I actually was able to say this in court then he would have never had the privilege to go home. To be surrounded by exactly what he wanted. 

“I failed…”

That’s when I woke up. My heart was racing. It was a crazy dream. Reliving something and imagining something else that I wanted to do so badly. I never had my chance to say what needed to be said.