Sunday, June 30, 2019

I have never watched "The Notebook" in its entirety. I was just never interested. Tonight, out of curiosity,  I watched this one scene. It was so cheesy! LOL The acting was terrible and they have zero chemistry. Whoever liked this movie anyway? Sheer torture!



Saturday, June 29, 2019

Someone on schizophrenia.com asked if any of us ever had a dream profession in high school or college and what happened with that? Well, I failed miserably in anything I tried, due to my mental illness and medication sedation. I was a terrible receptionist/administrative assistant. But I had many BIG DREAMS albeit unrealistic dreams.

I wanted to be a rapper at one point. A musician? A dancer? (I had no formal training for either of those vocations.) I wanted to be on Saturday Night Live?  I think I actually got less realistic as time went by. Psychic to the stars? Yes, definately unrealistic. It was a downward spiral after college. My mental illness really hampered my career goals. All I really can do is blog. People read my blog from around the world though. Want to see my pageview statistics again? Unfortunately I make $0 blogging. I guess that I am just happy people stop by and are interested in what I have to say. Thank you for reading my blog and keep coming back!

And thank you to Google Blogger for letting me say everything that I have said on my blog so far. Maybe that is why I am not allowed to have ads on my site though? I say some things that are controversial. I don't want to offend really! I just appreciate the chance to speak my mind here. :)
A book reviewer criticized the fact that I did not explain much about my children in my book, "The Voices." I kept them out of my chaotic story, for the most part. I was trying to protect them but I see the gap it left in my story. The reader would want to know how they are doing. 

My children struggled throughout my psychotic break. My husband cared for them well, but they reacted to my absence and having a broken home. Fortunately, I eventually got back on my psychiatric medication and reunited with my husband. They are doing much better now!

Women on my therapy site lamented today that they would never have children because of their mental illness. Mental health experts always advise against mentally ill women from having children. My psychiatrist did the same. However, she could not force me to use protection. I would not listen to her anyway. I wanted children; a big family like my relatives. I had children purposefully and enthusiastically. 

One thing my psychiatrist may not have known back then and failed to mention to me concerned the birth abnormalities my children could have, due to taking my anti-psychotic while pregnant. I was very uninformed about the link between mothers with mental illness giving birth to children with Autism. 

My children have Autism and I love them dearly. They are super cute and sweet. Our lives are fine now.  We have each other, an intact family, and all the basic necessities.  Sadly, I don’t know if my children will ever be able to support themselves. Who will take care of them after my husband and I are gone? 

Having children turned out to be test me, between my issues and my childrens'.  Fortunately, I am a high-functioning woman, living with mental illness, as my children are high-functioning Autistic. I am also fortunate to have a great "neurotypical" helping hand husband who is a great provider.  Believe it or not, I am coasting considerably through my day-to-day life and trying to remain optimistic for the future. My children are smart and growing/improving every day!

Thursday, June 27, 2019


I have not been to a music festival since Lollapalooza in 1993. I do want to go to Kaaboo right here in San Diego. Should I wear my makeup like this? I call this “festival fairy.” 🧚‍♀️ 

Wednesday, June 26, 2019

Warning: This is a cringeworthy link! I am proud to say that I was completely sober on my wedding day and it went off without a hitch! Couldn’t this woman Uber to her wedding or get a ride from her bridesmaids?

https://www.insideedition.com/dui-bride-fakes-wedding-day-rush-after-being-pulled-over-cops-53955
I went on Twitter today and learned that bounty hunter/reality star Beth Chapman died of cancer. As I scrolled through the comments on her death, I got triggered. Someone implied that "Voodoo won today." Was this sick individual hexing Beth Chapman, or did she die of the widely-known evil killer, cancer? Not only was this man vandalizing her legacy, he may have been using his Voodoo to bring her bad luck and bad health. I watched Dog the Bounty Hunter. They were not perfect but they tried to do their jobs and help people get off drugs/straight at the same time.

I am not perfect myself and I have heard the gossip on them. They made mistakes like everyone. Maybe they were racists, as this man was claiming, but the man hexing them and hating them OBVIOUSLY hates white people. I regrettably visited his Twitter page, which revealed all.

The whole idea of Voodoo just creeps me out. As soon as I responded to this man on Twitter, I felt an actual SLAP across my face. Was this real or imagined? I was not that rude to him; I disagreed with him and he slapped me. I do believe there is a widely unknown power to voodoo.

If he really did hex Beth Chapman to die, he should be imprisoned. I can't stand when people brag about practicing voodoo. I honestly hope their is no power or magic to their efforts. I hope they are just blowing smoke and wasting their own time. LOL

On the flip side, some Trump follower liked my post. I really don't want to be associated with MAGA people either. We are not one and the same, and I do not speak for you!

https://www.cnn.com/2019/06/26/entertainment/beth-chapman-obit/index.html

This image below is what that nutty guy posted on Twitter. Sick!


Tuesday, June 25, 2019










What happened?  LOL 

I hope it’s not a cruel summer! I plan on enjoying my summer with my family and friends. I want to spend time with my family and create special memories with them. I also want to get out and away with my girl friends! 


Bananarama looks and sounds great! Show everyone how it’s done ladies!

Saturday, June 22, 2019

Someone on my favorite therapy/ social website published a poem about their wicked ways and blaming their mental illness on that. I am putting the exact opposite story line out there. I am the innocent victim of other people's evil. My enemies are hexing me and that is why I hear voices in my head. Maybe owning up to my own mistakes and evil would be helpful to me in some way.

Everytime I go back to my sort of internet stalking and research of these random individuals, who I don't really know, I get scared. I mean, they are scary people. They boast about being adept at voodoo. They do every superstitious fad to bring good luck to themselves and torture their competition/enemies.

 One of the individuals who I believe are hexing me and speaking to me somehow in my mind, also practice Feng Shui. Can that really improve your love life and career? Can the practice of Feng Shui also have a dentrimental effect on ones rival or enemy? I may need to research this further. I doubt that superstitious hocus pocus helps at all. No one believes my claims so why should I believe that a home makeover helped my enemy and internal voice Federica?
I just read an article about social functioning and schizophrenia. The study reports that schizophrenics have impaired social functioning. I probably suffer from social discomfort and social anxiety but I don't feel severely impaired. Perhaps my medications help me with that.

I have a supportive group of mom friends that I found once my children started school. My sister once said, "You are lucky to have your special needs mom friends" It is a supportive and less judgemental group of ladies, for sure. When I first had my children, I didn't have any local mom friends yet. I worried that the women I would meet would be like the women on the Real Housewives series. Thankfully, that wasn't the case.

But I feel fine socially. I saw hi to aquaintances and bond with my close gal pals. I think I hold my own socially. I credit my antipsychotic, Vraylar, for that, so thank you Allergan! Great drug! Great product!

Click on the link below to see the actual study.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3132204/

Thursday, June 20, 2019

This meme is pretty funny. When I was younger and falling into mental illness, many of my good friends left me. My party friends left when I could no longer party with them. I burned many bridges with friends, due to my erratic behavior and unkind words, as well. I look back and think that I said many unkind words, which you cannot take back. It’s not all the fault of my friends.  But the fact remains that most mentally ill people become socially isolated. Either their friends bail or they themselves become antisocial. 


I just looked at this meme again and understood it differently. Are psych meds supposed to make your imaginary friends disappear? That hasn’t completely happened for me. LOL 

Wednesday, June 19, 2019

Bono epitomizes romance. His lyrics, his message are all about love and peace.


U2 are a gift from God. They are on a mission from God. U2 sing about world peace and travel the world to spread their message.

Bono can comfort me any day! Love! Love! Love!





What is this world coming to? Maybe millineals shouldn’t have children? Just Kidding!


Sunday, June 16, 2019


I'm like the cowboy in City Slickers. I was in love once, for a second. I let it slip through my fingers. Sad but true. Tonight I am taking love and life advice from a corny comedy. I just have to find that one thing that makes me happy and stick with it. 

Just kidding.  Nothing makes me happier than my three cute children. I have already found the one thing that makes me happy.

Why am I carrying on about some random guy on Father's day of all days. Howard Stern said that this song is about marriage.


Welcome to my nightmare! This photo was taken at the San Diego County fair last Friday. Haunted houses really don’t scare me. What goes on my head is scarier than anything that I have seen out in San Diego. I realized on Friday that I do have a fear of heights though. We rode on a flimsy fair ski lift throughout the park. I kind of started freaking out. I kept thinking that I was going to slip and fall to my death. Scary!




Beetlejuice!



Saturday, June 15, 2019

I went to the San Diego Fair today and spoke to a palm reader. Oh boy! She told me that I have bad karma from previous generations on my father's side of the family. ??? I really do not believe that. My Italian side of the family are really good, religious people. We are not mafia or anything! She told me that this family curse is why I cannot hold to love.

I have a conflict between two men. I am unable to get over one of these men, but it is bad timing for that. I cannot get over this one man for some reason. I cannot understand or get over why it never worked out for us. She said that I cannot give myself to anyone seriously at this time anyway.

She said that money has never been a problem for me and never will be. In two weeks I will see that one or two persons close to me are jealous of me. She wants me to come back to her for an aura healing. Getting a aura healing should resolve my love problems and get rid of the darkness and bad luck surrounding me. What I really need is for her to reverse the black magic spells that have been cast in my direction.

As I was leaving the palm reader, someone standing nearby, who may have been eavesdropping said to me, "I could have told you to save your money!" LOL

I cannot tell anyone for nine days what she told me, so I will publish this 9 days from now. Today is (6/14/19). Yes, I am very supersitious!




Me and my friend at the Fair! Fair food! Here drink this! LOL


Tuesday, June 11, 2019

I don't know who Joey Diaz is but, with his foul mouth, he just attempted to explain Santeria. Thanks, but I am more confused now than ever. He explained nothing really. Santeria is still a mystery.



Monday, June 10, 2019



Don't believe him! I wouldn't but maybe that's my problem. I am too cynical. Oh well!

So I was at the grocery store and a Richard Marx song came on and I thought it was just what I needed to hear.

"Now it don't mean nothing, the words that they say. No it don't mean nothing, these games that people play. No it don't mean nothing, no victim, no crime. No it don't mean nothing until you sign it on the dotted line."

 He was singing about the music industry, but I think it applies to many things in life.  I always think every lyric applies to me. It's funny.





Today's mood is this cartoon. Not sure what the stars represent but I am feeling good! LOL On second thought, I do know what the stars represent. I took a walk yesterday and I was listening to U2 on my headphones. Low and behold, the bassist for U2 drove by me (or his doppelgänger) right n the middle of Mysterious Ways. Things like that keep happening to me. What can’t the voices in my head be fun and positive, like the delusions that I have outside my house?

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Why can't the voices sound more like this?

Today a voice crept in when I was somewhat relaxed at home. I was anticipating a busy day. One of my daughters was attending a friend's birthday party. After that I was taking  my other daughter to a swim lesson. I might have been a bit stressed. So a negative female voice said something about my son to bother me. She said, "He will never surf!" Out of the corners of my mind came a revelation from my past that I thought I had put to bed. A few years ago, I used to put my kids in special needs surf camps. I guess I hoped that one of them would take to it. But we are done with surfing. My children aren't that interested in surfing anymore. It's weird how words and overtones can hurt your feelings. I am sensitive. When someone tries to hurt me, it usually works. Even if the subject isn't something that seriously bugs me. Don't rub it in. So rude!

Esteban: You want me to say something nice to you? You have to be joking me.


Saturday, June 8, 2019


I hope people don’t read my memes and get scared. These may be sort of dark, but they are just jokes.  





Someone asked me today if I would ever go watch a Grateful Dead cover band. I may have told this story before about the time I went to a Grateful Dead Show.  I used to think I was a hippie, perhaps even a Deadhead. Then I went to a Dead show where I was pressured by a friend to do magic mushrooms and smoke weed. AlI I really wanted was a beer. Well I ended up having a bad trip. Now I am convinced that on the spectrum of Deadhead, I was pretty weak and an oddball amongst them. So I don’t think I would feel comfortable at a Deadhead cover band show. All I wanted was a beer and this girl threatened to ditch me if I went to get a beer. I started hating the experience and the girl who I drove to the show in Las Vegas. I basically never forgave her.

Fortunately I got Jerry’d at the show and hallucinated that he was keeping me company during my lonely college years. I even vaguely remember telling people that he was going to die soon and he did in 1995. Crazy. Well my ex-friend probably never met them either. Poser!

Thursday, June 6, 2019

Hi, so I have called Best Buy's Geek Squad to come out to the house next week. My computer may have a virus. I hope my computer guru is nothing like Nick Burns. I have had bad experiences with IT guys in the past. I wish I could share this classic SNL sketch directly on my page but NBC doesn't allow it. Click on the link to laugh!


https://www.nbc.com/saturday-night-live/video/nick-burns-your-companys-computer-guy/n11268
https://www.rollingstone.com/music/music-news/brian-wilson-tour-postponed-845180/

Feel better Brian Wilson! I can’t imagine going on the road with this illness. The rigors of the music industry seem insane. I couldn’t imagine living with the pressure of touring in addition to schizoaffective disorder. Most of us are unemployed and on disability. My illness definitely impedes my work. I am blessed to be a stay at home Mom. I still work hard but I manage it just fine.

Traveling stresses me out and triggers my voices. Social anxiety and meeting new people can trigger my voices.  He does that every day on the road.  Thinking that people don’t like me or are upset with me triggers my voices.  I imagine that it is much like that for Brian Wilson. He is a perfectionist and puts a lot of pressure on himself. Imagine trying to perform with the same skill and passion as you did in your youth.  I always pay attention to news stories about Brian Wilson because we both have schizoaffective disorder and I am curious about his struggles and how he deals with them. Will my schizoaffective disorder get worse as I age? Hopefully not!
Funny meme. I have heard this level of ridiculously bad advice from within my own mind before. Don’t do it! Don’t listen to them! They are just trying to mess you up. Could you imagine if I just blindly followed the advice of the voices in my head? I would be in serious trouble.



Wednesday, June 5, 2019

So I purchased a Kirkus book review for my novella, The Voices,  which is available on Amazon. Here is what they had to say. I could have included more information about my family and childhood. I needed to explain a lot more of the story than I did. It’s hard to explain not to mention embarrassing.
The reviewer pointed out that I don’t have a religious delusion, it’s a racist one. I should have expected to be slammed a bit but ouch!

THE VOICES
Danielle Flore
Self (68 pp.)
$6.00 paperback, $4.50 e-book
ISBN: 978-0-692-95696-0; September 20, 2017
BOOK REVIEW
In this debut psychological thriller, a California woman hears voices that relentlessly torment her.
Chiara Marino has a happy childhood growing up in a Roman Catholic home. But she rebels in her teens and experiments with drugs, from high school into college. She becomes infatuated with fellow college student Trey Sanders, a drummer in a local band. Though the two never interact, Chiara misses him post-graduation and becomes despondent, certain she’s lost her “soul mate.” She later begins hearing Trey’s voice, leading to a psychologist’s diagnosis of schizoaffective disorder. Antipsychotic meds help, and in 2004, 20-something Chiara marries Stephen, and the couple have three children. But after nearly a decade, she stops taking her meds to lose “pregnancy weight,” and her obsession with Trey as well as his voice returns. Chiara finds Trey online and peruses his Facebook page along with the profiles of his wife, Hayley, and her two friends Matteo and Valentina. Then Trey’s comforting presence leaves only to be replaced by Hayley’s and her friends’ voices. The three persistently rebuke Chiara as a homewrecker despite her superficial contact with Trey. Even with Chiara back on her meds, the voices won’t leave her alone, straining both her well-being and her family life. Flore effectively reveals the mindset of a schizoaffective. The voices’ incessantness, for example, is apparent via repetition, particularly their oft-uttered, vague threat, “Be forewarned.” As the entire story is from Chiara’s perspective, there’s little indication as to how her condition affects Stephen and their kids. Still, her agony is undeniable, as she periodically ends up in mental hospitals. Meanwhile, the voices assert they’re “hexing” Chiara, who blames Santeria or voodoo for her predicament. Though the white protagonist addresses the perceived racism, it’s unconvincing and contradictory. She claims a “religious psychosis” is at fault but later questions why Santeria and voodoo are protected by law. At the same time, the atypical but captivating narrator is unreliable, with her birthdate changing and new voices appearing without preamble or explanation.
A sometimes-erratic but consistently absorbing novella about a serious mental illness.


Tuesday, June 4, 2019

I tripped out when I saw this today. Guns N Roses are playing a festival in New Orleans called Voodoofest. If you love New Orleans and practice voodoo then you have to go. Danileigh will be there. This lady has got moves! That must be the Dani part. LOL "I'm the best you never had."


Just a corny joke for you.

Monday, June 3, 2019

Tonight my rant has little to do with my mental health journey. As a result of time spent off my meds, I was separated from my husband briefly in 2014. I tried online dating for some attention/company and met jerk after jerk after jerk. One guy that I met on Plenty of Fish (a website as bad as Tinder) told me that he used to play in the band LA Guns. I didn't completely believe him and wasn't really impressed. Why do guys look at me and think that I would be impressed by that? I don't like any of their songs.

But this guy , who lives in Leucadia, thought that  I  recognized him because he is sooo famous or something. (In his own mind, at least) LOL People are strange. The lies men tell are comical. People who think they are famous when they are nobody are comical too.

So I went on YouTube and Wikipedia to see if he was really in LA Guns and how would I ever know for sure? LA Guns wear so much horrid make-up and hair dye they are unrecognizable. So fake! When I met him he kinda looked like a blondish San Diego surfer. Well meeting him was a complete waste of time. Just another loser I met in my brief dating venture. I am better off single. LOL
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/L.A._Guns

I will not post a video here because I really don't like any of their music. LOL So bad!

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Why do I feel like Kitty Genovese in this scenario? Today I was on the social networking website, Nextdoor. One neighbor reported to the police the sounds of screaming from within a passing car. No one has been reported missing yet. It is reassuring to know that my neighbors would stick their neck out to help in an emergency.

I read about the murder of Kitty Genovese today where many neighbors heard and may have seen her murder but did nothing to help her. I feel that way sometimes. When I hear voices, especially when the voices tell me that they are coming from my enemies, I wonder how to stop the voices from harassing me. What did I do to deserve this? I put this blog out there for the world to see. If people know that I am being hexed, why don't they intervene? No one does anything to stop these individuals. No one ever addresses what is happening to me. Basically, no one believes me or is willing to help. It is a hopeless situation because no one thinks this is anything more than the byproduct of my mental illness. Just wait and see...

Someone expressed an unpopular opinion on Twitter today.  This person said that every movie is the same. It is always about a cheating husband or someone getting  murdered. What I have to say is that cheating has been going on since the beginning of time. Movies often reflect what is going on in society. Men have always checked out other women. I see it every day.  This goes on even with the happiest of couples. How far they take it-from looking to flirting to actual physical contact varies from individual to individual. I am defensive because my story, The Voices, involves extramarital flirting and temptation. It is a very relevant and juicy story. I dream of making a movie about it someday.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_of_Kitty_Genovese

Leigh: Yes, you are trying to make a movie out of your misery. Be forewarned.

Sometimes I think Leigh is talking to me and it morphs into Federica mid-sentence. I don't know who is talking to me. Really, it is so confusing!

Esteban: You are dead meat for blogging everything that we say to you. You are digging your own grave. Be forewarned.

Saturday, June 1, 2019

My daughters and I had so much fun at the San Diego County Fair today! I remembered to take my Xanax beforehand and it was smooth sailing. I did not hear one voice!

 Great photo op, huh? I honestly felt so awkward wearing these leis. Not to mention, I had a parrot on each shoulder. One parrot kept trying to eat my lei. LOL My daughters look absolutely beautiful though.
A highlight of the fair is the crazy, creative food. Here I am posing with my gingerbread cake. Yum!