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I am so sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I was falling asleep editing photos and just didn’t have enough in me to get it done. If I had it my way, I would’ve made plenty of videos updating you guys yesterday💖 I am so exhausted and so tired of my own crap. I don’t know how someone works from sunup to sundown and doesn’t have enough money to sustain a basic, simple, comfortable life. Respectfully, I have close to 200,000 followers across platforms and am seriously $250 away from being homeless. I have been as annoying as I can be locally with my photography. We waste so many hours DoorDashing for 20 bucks here and there that could be spent making memories, cleaning our house, building social media, doing anything else. We just lost several family members right after our wedding, and the only people willing to give us any grace or understanding are complete strangers. I cannot thank you guys enough for that. If you’ve been watching, commenting, copying the link, donating, buying a guide, any of it, it genuinely all adds up. Thank you for trying to allow my family to just be comfortable. We don’t drink, do drugs, or have a gambling addiction. We have no personality traits that should give us the life of someone who does. Years are flying by. My son turned four and my daughter’s gonna be two, and it’s been the same thing every single day: today’s gonna be the day I make it big for me and my family. Then every couple of weeks, something major happens that completely mentally stops me in my tracks, and I have to restart from ground zero. Over and over, every time I’m so close. I feel like if life could’ve just been a little easier on us two or three times ago, I would probably be doing really good at UGC right now and helping other families majorly. Honestly, that’s where I struggle with my faith. What do you mean? I genuinely have a good heart. I want to do good things. If I had a lot of money, I would do good things, and yet some of the worst people on the planet are living so comfortably while really good people just want to help others and tell their kids no because they said so, not because they can’t afford it. It would be completely different if I was a bum, if I hadn’t tried and built what I would consider an empire, published a book by myself in like a month, launched a challenge by myself. I’m not kidding you, I literally wake up working and fall asleep working. I don’t understand how rent can be this expensive if it’s this hard to come up with the money for it. I am exhausted. I am terrified. I am considering the homeless shelter as a mom of two autistic kids. This is bullshit. I genuinely don’t understand how I haven’t figured something out with the amount of followers I have. I’m still learning to unlearn the idea that having a large following means brands are reaching out or care if you reach out to them. But I’m genuinely baffled I haven’t managed to come up with anything myself yet. That’s why I turned to photography, and because of the town I live in, I swear I will die on this hill: the last name I have/just had isn’t a big, proud, known name. As a matter of fact, it’s usually looked down upon. Because I’m not a fellow trust fund baby, I am fighting tooth and nail to get my name out there. I mean that on everything, not just being a whiny brat right now. Just to prove my point, I used my professional account instead of my personal, which has a completely different name, and guess who’s finally getting bookings? Slowly, but still getting them. And yes, I have genuinely thought through whether my photos aren’t very good or my editing could be better. I’m in tons of harsh photography groups. As you guys know, I can be sensitive, so I waited until I could handle it. Nobody said anything rude or gave me any negative feedback at all. So I know it’s not my skill. I know it’s not my work. It literally feels like I’m trapped in hell. I don’t know how to describe it, but this is evil, and I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy
I am so sorry I didn’t post yesterday. I was falling asleep editing photos and just didn’t have enough in me to get it done. If I had it my way, I would’ve made plenty of videos updating you guys yesterday💖 I am so exhausted and so tired of my own crap. I don’t know how someone works from sunup to sundown and doesn’t have enough money to sustain a basic, simple, comfortable life. Respectfully, I have close to 200,000 followers across platforms and am seriously $250 away from being homeless. I have been as annoying as I can be locally with my photography. We waste so many hours DoorDashing for 20 bucks here and there that could be spent making memories, cleaning our house, building social media, doing anything else. We just lost several family members right after our wedding, and the only people willing to give us any grace or understanding are complete strangers. I cannot thank you guys enough for that. If you’ve been watching, commenting, copying the link, donating, buying a guide, any of it, it genuinely all adds up. Thank you for trying to allow my family to just be comfortable. We don’t drink, do drugs, or have a gambling addiction. We have no personality traits that should give us the life of someone who does. Years are flying by. My son turned four and my daughter’s gonna be two, and it’s been the same thing every single day: today’s gonna be the day I make it big for me and my family. Then every couple of weeks, something major happens that completely mentally stops me in my tracks, and I have to restart from ground zero. Over and over, every time I’m so close. I feel like if life could’ve just been a little easier on us two or three times ago, I would probably be doing really good at UGC right now and helping other families majorly. Honestly, that’s where I struggle with my faith. What do you mean? I genuinely have a good heart. I want to do good things. If I had a lot of money, I would do good things, and yet some of the worst people on the planet are living so comfortably while really good people just want to help others and tell their kids no because they said so, not because they can’t afford it. It would be completely different if I was a bum, if I hadn’t tried and built what I would consider an empire, published a book by myself in like a month, launched a challenge by myself. I’m not kidding you, I literally wake up working and fall asleep working. I don’t understand how rent can be this expensive if it’s this hard to come up with the money for it. I am exhausted. I am terrified. I am considering the homeless shelter as a mom of two autistic kids. This is bullshit. I genuinely don’t understand how I haven’t figured something out with the amount of followers I have. I’m still learning to unlearn the idea that having a large following means brands are reaching out or care if you reach out to them. But I’m genuinely baffled I haven’t managed to come up with anything myself yet. That’s why I turned to photography, and because of the town I live in, I swear I will die on this hill: the last name I have/just had isn’t a big, proud, known name. As a matter of fact, it’s usually looked down upon. Because I’m not a fellow trust fund baby, I am fighting tooth and nail to get my name out there. I mean that on everything, not just being a whiny brat right now. Just to prove my point, I used my professional account instead of my personal, which has a completely different name, and guess who’s finally getting bookings? Slowly, but still getting them. And yes, I have genuinely thought through whether my photos aren’t very good or my editing could be better. I’m in tons of harsh photography groups. As you guys know, I can be sensitive, so I waited until I could handle it. Nobody said anything rude or gave me any negative feedback at all. So I know it’s not my skill. I know it’s not my work. It literally feels like I’m trapped in hell. I don’t know how to describe it, but this is evil, and I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy

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