Honesty is a trait that society seems to have completely forgotten about and lost through the generations... The question is... Why?
Could it be Parents handing out cruel punishments, whether or not you were honest?
Could it be the need for approval and acceptance by all, no matter if it is truth?
Is it a survival tool?
Or is it simply because we are programmed to be dishonest with ourselves to begin with?
Who are you? Who am I? Who are we as a species?
As a child, I suffered the deprivation of having parents. I was eaised by my grandmother instead... though she went about it wrong, and illegally, I see and appreciate her efforts, her reasons why. I will NEVER forgive her for the lies she told... there are just things that you don't say to a child...
Example of things that were said... "Your parents didn't love you enough to keep you." Lie. My father hired a private detective to find me, my mother worked full time and sent money for my grandmother to take care of me... until my grandmother threatened her... I do forgive her actions. You just simply cannot control everything you say when you are drinking...
I am no longer mad at my grandmother. I still love her. I still care about her..
When I finally moved in with mt dad, the lies were worse... I was constantly being talked down to, being told I was fat, ugly, told that I could do something, only to be told 5 min later that I couldn't, and sexualized... I didn't realize until I was 24 how creepy it was that my dad was helping me pick out bras, and telling me to brag to my bf about it...
So it's no surprise that I ended up running away and ending up in a domestic violence situation at 17 right?
At 17, I ran away. I got sick of my grandmother and my dad talking bad about each other, calling each other losers and other names....
I got sick of boyfriends cheating on me, and not coming to my concerts when they promised to show support.... So I invited a random mutual friend, who was single, to come see my band concert... he was fun.
The sickest part was, he was totally sweet, he listened to me.. he liked everything that I liked.... and then, my friends and family members started to feed him lies...
5 years of sick twisted abuse, rape, and torment later... 2 children kidnapped by CPS (from fabrocated lies and being threatened by CPS) later... I end up somewhere in the past, bur closer to where I am today...
Long story short... lies lead to real problems.. I never wanted the tattoo that I have today... i have been looking for ways to cover it and remove it... my ex made sure that it could never be covered or removed easily... that's the thing about abuse... it's never about being temporary, it's about permanence...
I need money to take care of my family, as well as cover this slave bond that my ex forced upon me many years ago. Yes. I willingly got together with him, but had I known that he was a narcissistic psychopath, I would have never stayed. You can support my videos on YouTube are also soon to come under Lady Mercury. Instagram 
Please... I am not directly asking for money. I am only asking for support. I know my page and personality comes off as desperate.. you would too if you lost all of your friends and family after 5 years of abuse, the legal kidnappings of your 2 oldest children, and living in a consrant ozone layer of everyone else's lies...
I will admit. There have been times where I had to lie in order to survive... what would you do if you were pregnant with your first child and an abusive partner threatened to cut the baby out and leave you to die, while holding the knife?
This is not one of those circumstances... I am being 100% authentic.. the problem is, no one seems to understand...
I am posting this as an introductory post, because it is a part of myself that I normally do not tell. This is an introduction to my pain.