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I Turned My Trauma Into a Comedy Special (And Somehow Found Joy)

 


I used to think joy was for people with stable childhoods, emotionally available parents, and partners who didn’t come with surprise plot twists.

I was wrong.

Joy, it turns out, is for people who survive chaos and decide:

“I am not letting this ruin my vibe.”

Welcome to my flaws. They’re hilarious now.

I Dated a Man Who Forgot to Mention His Other Child

Easy mistake. Happens to everyone. You forget milk. He forgets an entire human.

When I found out, I didn’t scream, cry, or spiral.

I simply returned him to the universe and upgraded to a newer model with fewer factory defects.

Joy lesson:
If someone lies at that level, don’t ask questions. Ask for the exit.

My Mother Is Negative, So I Chose Stand-Up Comedy as a Coping Strategy

Some people absorb negativity.
Some people confront it.
I laugh like I’m watching a sitcom called “Not My Problem.”

You cannot contaminate someone who refuses to take emotional custody of your misery.

Joy lesson:
You don’t need boundaries made of steel—sometimes humor is enough disinfectant.

I Got Kicked Out as a Teenager and Accidentally Became Competent

Turns out when no one saves you, you develop skills.

Who knew?

I learned how to:

  • Survive

  • Thrive

  • Earn

  • Build a life without asking permission

Joy lesson:
Rock bottom is sometimes just a very aggressive personal trainer.

I Pay Cash. Not Because I’m Fancy—Because I’m Allergic to Stress

I don’t finance things to look successful.
I buy peace outright.

Nothing says joy like owning your life and not owing explanations.

Joy lesson:
Debt is loud. Freedom is quiet—and sleeps better.

I Wasn’t Hugged Much, So I Overcorrected (Aggressively)

I didn’t grow up with affection.

So my child now receives:

  • Hugs

  • Cuddles

  • Emotional validation

  • Possibly mild annoyance from excessive love

Cycles don’t break themselves.
Someone has to say, “Absolutely not on my watch.”

Joy lesson:
Healing looks suspiciously like doing the opposite on purpose.

I Confused Endurance With Loyalty (Never Again)

I used to think suffering made me strong.

Turns out leaving made me stronger.
Rest made me happier.
Boundaries made me calmer.

Joy lesson:
You don’t get extra points for staying in nonsense.

My Flaws Are Not Bugs — They’re Features

I:

  • Laugh loudly

  • Leave early

  • Don’t negotiate joy

  • Don’t explain myself twice

  • Choose peace over people-pleasing

  • Have zero tolerance for chaos masquerading as “family”

And somehow—mysteriously—I am very, very happy.

Final Truth (Say It With Me)

Joy is not something you earn by suffering quietly.

Joy is what happens when you stop:

  • Managing other people’s dysfunction

  • Explaining your worth

  • Shrinking to stay included

I didn’t become joyful because life was kind.

I became joyful because I stopped letting broken systems write the script.

And honestly?

It’s been hilarious ever since.

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