Who I am CP Gal.


I’m going to just put it like it is. In my point of view, I am not a hero or that gal that you call “inspiring.” I have really blown it and messed things up along with many relationships in the past. God is magnificent, which helps me become a better person today. Before I became CP Gal,I had this horrible temper and putting it simply, I was not the kind of person that you would want to know. I wish that I can change the past, but I don’t have my magic wand to redo the past. Like we all say. Each day I thank God for his power of healing me and for allowing me to become CP Gal. I’m working on getting my college certificate

I’m trying my best to become one of the voices of those who, through disability, cannot speak for themselves. I am not out for myself; I’m out for that friend who went into an institution for life because of her CP. And that friend who can’t talk or walk, who uses a wheelchair and his iPad to communicate. I AM NOT HERE FIGHTING FOR PERSONAL GAIN.

As CP Gal, I sincerely pledge to you these five rules.

  1. NO MONEY: I will never do a fundraiser or ask for money. If you want to buy a signed copy of one of my books, then that’s different 😀 *I won’t post your post asking for money; we are in the same situation as money goes. Trading books is always welcome here.
  2. NO PUSHING OR ORDERING: I would never dream of making you go against your morals or do anything that you do not want to. If I post something that you are not okay with, like in a post or blog, please feel free to send me a private Facebook message or email me here on the site.
  3. A LISTENING EAR: If anyone wants to PM me on Facebook or email, I would love to hear them out. My one rule is that I do not talk about my sex life.
  4. MY GROUP AND PAGE IS ALL YOURS: Post away on all the matters that you are passionate about, but please follow the above-mentioned rules.
  5. WIN/WIN Situation: I love to help other people! A win/win situation means that  All parties benefit.

These five rules are to keep us happy and peaceful. I’m trying to put my best foot forward with a huge smile on my face, and I want this group to be positive for everyone. I’m down to earth, and I vow to never let me ego get to my head. That’s who I am, and what I want CP Gal to be. After all, we are all people.

PTSD at Homegoods


This post was from last July of 2019

I went to Homegoods with my friend, and now I haven’t step foot in my Homegoods story here in Williamsburg before today. All the bad memories of spending hours upon hours in Homegoods connecting T.J. Maxx, watching my mother dearest buying out the store and piling up my cart with things that I needed to buy. With my own money that I cannot afford. I was very unconformable and broke out in sweat looking around the story with my friend, yet it was the first time in a Homegoods since early 2016. My friend didn’t find what she was looking for, so we were in and out.

When I called my grandma, telling her what happens. She told me that she had the same feeling when she went. It made my grandma sick just thinking about her daughter did to us. We can’t step in a Homegoods without triggering our PDTD. I want to cry for what my mom had put my grandma and me through.

The next day I read a news-break that says that; “Milwaukee Mother Tied Up Son With Autism And Set Him On Fire.”  It’s not the first time that I read something sinful like this happen. Years back, in 2015, I learned that they found a Philadelphia man who was 21 with Cerebral Palsy in the woods. “About 100 yards off the roadway here, laying in leaves. He’s got a blanket over him and a Bible on his chest. He has a wheelchair about 10 feet from his body.”

I just hate this! 🤬🤬🤬 I want to cry and wonder why? Did my biological mother, Linda Conant try this to do this to me? Sadly yes. That summer of 1999, One morning, my mom came in on me, taking a bath and almost killed me in the bathwater after she beat me by washing my hair. It was a terrible memory of my mother’s outrage. At first, I was dumbfounded for her being mad at me.  I made a mistake using the last of her bath salt. I was sorry and gave her no lip. When she told me to wash to the shampoo out of my hair, she held my body underwater with her hands pushing down drowning me. Then I was too scared, too young to realize what the hell was going on. I was lucky that she stopped and acted as nothing happened. Later on that day, she confessed that she was the worst mother ever as she apologized to me. Mom made me swear not to tell a soul, not even my dad.  I pushed it far, far, far now in my mind to forget it.  All because I spilled her bath salts by mistake? Why what up with that? Just bath salt that one can buy for one dollar at Dollar Tree.

I never told a soul until 2014 long after my dad had passed away.  I don’t hide things about what had happened to me NOT ANYMORE!!! I speak out against child abuse and rape as a survivor. I speak out now from domestic violence not as a victim but as a survivor. I BLESS GOD EACH DAY TO BE ALIVE!!