I have always been active on social media. I like to write instead of going to therapy, it’s how I process my thoughts and feelings, joys and sorrows. Sharing publicly feels more anonymous than dealing with the reality of some of the deepest parts of me. The trauma. Talking about the traumatic parts of my life in therapy never changed how I felt or how I went on. It just seemed to dig up the buried parts, the things I wanted to run away from. There was never a fix. Never a breakthrough into the happiest place on earth, like the turnstiles at Disneyland.

Over the years, my Facebook became a journal of sorts. Anytime I went deep and narrated what was going on in my life, my friends would tell me I should write a book. But I have ADHD, diagnosed just a few years ago, so writing a book from start to finish seems too big, too daunting, too real. I got six pages in and then nothing for months. Then the same friends suggested I start a blog, break up my story into bits and pieces, like a Facebook post. So in July of 2022, I did it. I fumbled through WordPress and created AnnieSpeaks. I gave myself the voice I never had, not about real things anyway. Not about my childhood trauma. Not about the tings that make me tick.

And then there was TikTok. I went from plus size to midsize via plastic surgery & post-surgical weight loss on Mounjaro, a scientific breakthough for people like me.