Tag: mental health

Empowerment and Exploitation: A Complex Discussion

I’ve been busy in my own little world, but I know it’s time to check in with my blog—for me, for my memories, and for the record of where I stand.

There’s a lot going on in the world, and legacy media often decide which stories we should focus on. But many of us are drawn instead to voices we trust—those who speak with truth and passion. Agreement isn’t the point; accuracy is. Without it, our heads fill with rubbish.

Recent controversies, like the BBC’s handling of footage involving Donald Trump, show how damaging technology can be in the wrong hands. Editing, AI, and selective framing can distort reality, and when trusted brands are involved, the impact is even deeper. Accountability has to start somewhere. Media outlets and influencers with large followings carry responsibility: leadership should mean honesty, not manipulation.

It isn’t only politicians who are vulnerable. There have been cases where footage of deceased people appears in legal battles, or where historical emails and digital footprints are dragged into the light. These can be byproducts of AI misuse and smear campaigns—reminders of how fragile truth becomes when technology is weaponised.

And with the Epstein files, one part disgusts me deeply: if Prince Andrew did recruit men to bully his victim online and send worrying messages, then who are these men? Who took money to terrify a woman, and will they ever be held to account? It is a known fact that men are recruited to bully women without any moral conscience, and that behaviour must be named and condemned.

At the same time, we must acknowledge that not everyone who attended Epstein’s parties was complicit. Some were manipulated, or simply present without knowing the darker reality. Except those who knowingly enabled or profited from the exploitation—whether Epstein, Ghislaine Maxwell, or men recruited to bully victims—must be held to account. To terrify women for money shows a lack of moral conscience that cannot be excused.

Another danger lies in spyware. Modern tools allow men to invade women’s homes and workplaces digitally, creating pretend relationships to the point of believing they are real. This is something we should be focusing on. How many fathers, husbands, and friends of women are unaware their loved ones have had their spaces invaded by cowards hiding behind keyboards?

Anyway back to the BBC, simply suing a broadcaster may not be enough or the right option at all. Imagine instead the BBC being urged to craft a prime-time program, promoted widely, that educates the public on how editing and digital tools can bend the truth. People deserve to know how easily bias and radicalisation can slip through their screens.

When I’m out in the community, I notice how younger men in particular look up to Donald Trump. Us Northerners tend to respect people who “say it as it is.” Whether you agree or not, dismissing that perspective without reflection risks misunderstanding. I’m entitled to my opinions, just as you are to yours.

On wider issues, I believe women deserve respect for their choices. Sex work has always existed, and while exploitation must be condemned and survivors protected, not every woman is forced into it. To assume weakness offends me. For clarity: I am not a sex worker, but I admire any woman who stands in her power and makes her own decisions. Empowerment looks different for everyone—whether it’s choosing a profession, or even posing nude with confidence. Each to their own. Life is too short to chase misery or revenge.

The internet, sadly, has become a playground for cowards—fakehood, revenge, and malice thrive there. I’ve felt it myself. That’s why I keep my focus on my own projects and growth, rather than poking into others’ business. Malicious intent is something I’ll never understand.

And back to Trump: whether you like him or not, he’s endured burdens most of us can’t imagine. He isn’t part of secret cults or handshakes; he identifies as Christian. Each to their own. Don’t shoot the messenger—read my “About Me” page if you want to know who I am. And if you don’t like me—whether you’re a relative, former neighbour, influencer, comedian, or bookworm—then simply go away. The interest will never be mutual.

Most importantly, remember this: most people are good and lovely. We should not let the cowardice and weakness in others destroy our right to enjoy our individual journeys.

I do feel enormously disappointed about the BBC, who do have a reputation for bias and fake news. Though I hope this can be resolved amicably, as the BBC also boast some great travel, geographical and baking shows, for example. And I have often felt unable to sleep before watching a few documentaries of such content, that broaden my horizons.

Tiffy Belle ❤️

by Tiffany Belle Harper

Facing It Together Poster Launch: Abuse, Technology, and the Power of Witness

When autumn arrives, I close down. The house still welcomes guests who’ve booked in advance, but beyond that, it’s a season for nurturing. I spend time with the pets—little fluffs with their own stories—and the pace softens. It becomes peaceful. A time to reflect, to notice the good that still surrounds me.

There’s been a stream of unwanted energy for so many women, targeted by the cowardice of abuse and bullying, by both direct and indirect portals. Modern tech can even make the toilet feel like a public square. As well as being in damaging relationships, women are also being abused by men they’ve never met—through screens, sabotage, stalking, and digital intrusion. It’s a quiet epidemic, often dismissed, often unseen.

Anyway, I’ve been leaning into a new hobby: gathering bits from those who need the money, and passing them on—hopefully—to those who have more. A kind of redistribution, with charm.

Today went well. I managed to watch TV, which has been a nuance for me and some of the guests, given the Smart devices were once again compromised. Long story. But I was glad to catch Loose Women’s new poster campaign: Facing It Together. It’s a call to support women facing abuse, stalking, and/or fear. A reminder that these experiences are real, and often hidden.

You might know someone nearby who’s withdrawn. You might sense a violent relationship behind closed doors. You might be the target of technological sabotage or subtle baiting online. Whatever it is—whether it’s happening to you or someone you love—you’re not alone. You can call into the show, or simply watch, and feel held in the conversation.

You can visit the official campaign page for Facing It Together here on ITV’s Loose Women site. It offers resources, guidance, and ways to get involved or seek support.

Here’s a bit more detail to help you or anyone you’re holding space for:

🛡 Facing It Together – Campaign Overview

  • Launched by Loose Women, this campaign raises awareness around domestic abuse, stalking, and fear-based control.
  • It encourages friends, family, and community members to spot the signs and support survivors.
  • The motto: “Whether you are a survivor or a friend, we are facing it together.”

🛡 Facing It Together – Campaign Overview

Launched by Loose Women, Facing It Together is a national awareness campaign supporting women who are:

  • Experiencing domestic abuse
  • Being stalked or harassed
  • Living in fear due to technological sabotage or coercive control

The campaign encourages people to:

  • Spot the signs in friends, neighbours, or loved ones who may have withdrawn
  • Reach out, listen, and offer support
  • Call into the show or watch to feel included and informed

The message is simple: Whether you are a survivor or a friend, we are facing it together.

With love and clarity, Tiffy Belle 💕

by Tiffany Belle Harper

How to Cope with Emotional Terrorism plus Honey Traps and Digital Trespass: Naming the Invisible Abuse

There is no word strong enough to describe the violation of being terrorised simply for choosing distance.

When a person does not want someone in their life—whether out of self-preservation, clarity, or sovereignty—that boundary should be sacred. But for some, it becomes a challenge. A dare. A trigger for cruelty.

This isn’t about their heartbreak. It’s about your control.

Some individuals, often shielded by privilege or unprocessed emotional immaturity, believe they can force their way into someone’s life. They weaponise access, proximity, and social camouflage. They use charm, money, or manipulation to override consent. And when that doesn’t work, they orchestrate from the shadows—using others to do their dirty work.

They create chaos through triangulation, gossip, and manipulation. They keep the target guessing, destabilised, unsafe. It’s not just abuse. It’s theatre. And they are the coward behind the curtain.

This kind of abuse is hard to name. It’s layered. It’s silent. It’s devastating. And it often goes undetected. Because the victim is strong. Because they don’t fit the stereotype of someone “in danger.” Because they’re articulate, resilient, and trying to carry on. But strength doesn’t mean immunity. In fact, it often makes them a target. The abuser resents their autonomy, their refusal to bend, their clarity. So they punish it. And the systems meant to protect? They often fail. But this can change if those affected have the support and justice they deserve.

I believe Police reports may not capture the nuance. Restraining orders may require proof of escalation. Friends may say “just ignore them.” But ignoring doesn’t stop the erosion. What’s needed is trained professionals—people who understand the patterns, the psychology, the silent devastation. People who can intervene before the damage becomes irreversible. Who can say, “I see what’s happening. You’re not overreacting. You’re not alone.

This happens to women.

This happens to men.

This happens to anyone who dares to say no to someone who refuses to grow. Because some people never grow up. Not because they weren’t given time, but because they refused experience. They floundered through life avoiding responsibility, dodging discomfort, and curating a glossy façade. They never learned through hardship—never held a crying child through the night, never stood in a welfare queue, never weathered the storm of turbulent relationships in favour of denial and stability. They skipped the curriculum of learning about empathy. And now, in older age, they are bitter. Resentful. Vindictive.

They behave like malicious children in adult bodies, using money and material gain as shields to protect a hollow core. Their lack of life knowledge has curdled into frustration. And instead of facing that truth, they lash out—thriving on causing pain, misery, and confusion.

It’s a worthless existence, contrary to how it may appear. And they are often hungry for attention. Any attention. Even negative. So even a blog post like this must be crafted with care. Because naming them—even obliquely—can feed their warped need to feel significant. That’s why this post is not for them. It’s for the ones they target. The ones who feel unseen, unheard, and unsafe. The ones who are strong, but tired. Clear, but punished. Sovereign, but stalked.

Some victims have never met their abuser. The intrusion began online—through social media, through digital proximity, through the illusion of connection. And it never stopped. Not through direct contact, but through proxies. Through setups. Through the slow, corrosive trespass of someone who refuses to let go.

Others are honey-trapped—lured into false intimacy, then punished for trying to leave. Manipulated, surveilled, emotionally blackmailed. It’s not just romantic betrayal. It’s strategic entrapment. And it’s happening to men, too. Quietly. Invisibly. Devastatingly.

If you’re living in the “not knowing what’s next,” if you’re being punished for choosing peace, if you’re being stalked by someone’s emotional baggage—know this:

You are not imagining it.
You are not too sensitive.
You are not wrong for asking for help.

You are protecting your life.
And that is sacred.

Tiffy Belle 💕

by Tiffany Belle Harper

Reclaiming My Life, My Space, My Spirit

This is not a story of defeat, but of reclamation.
For years, I was targeted, diminished, and surveilled by those who mistook cruelty for power. Yet here I am—choosing to write, to speak, to live on my own terms.

This blog is my sanctuary of truth, a place where I reclaim my voice, my space, and my joy. It is a declaration that I am more than what was done to me, and a reminder that no one has the right to trespass a free spirit.

The Weight of Survival

I have been stalked, harassed, and digitally cornered. Strangers — people I had never met—were enlisted to work against me. My privacy invaded. My work sabotaged. My data stripped bare. No stone left unturned in the attempt to break me.

There were days when the fear was suffocating. When even happiness felt dangerous, as though joy itself might trigger more meddling. I have lost loved ones. I have carried grief. I have fought battles alone. And still, I survived.

I will not pretend it didn’t scar me. But scars are proof of healing, not of defeat.

The Light That Carried Me

Even in the darkest times, good people reached out.
Some I’ve never met in person. Their kindness—remote, quiet, steadfast—reminded me that not everyone conspires in cruelty. That solidarity exists, even across distance.

And my sanctuary—my pets, my home, my work—anchored me.
They gave me reasons to keep building, even when others tried to dismantle me.

On Spirit Theft and courage

There are those who take what was never theirs—
Not objects, but essence.
Not possessions, but presence.
They weaponise attention. They distort proximity.
They use psychological force to trespass the soul.

But I am not theirs to hold.
My joy is not a bargaining chip.
My grief is not a spectacle.
My spirit is not a battleground.

I reclaim what was stolen in silence.
I rebuild what was shattered in shadow.
And I do so without permission,
Because healing is mine to author.

The Shout

They thought silence would swallow me.
They thought fear would finish me.
But I shouted out.
And in that shout was my survival,
my defiance,
my refusal to be erased.

Reclaiming What Is Mine

This is my declaration: I will not be held hostage by the nastiness of others. Their grudges, their projections, their spite—none of it belongs to me. It is not my baggage to carry. I reclaim my life. I reclaim my space. I reclaim my future. I reclaim my happiness.

Enough Is Enough

To anyone who has endured similar trespass: You are not alone. You are not defined by what was done to you. And you are not powerless. We can survive. We can rebuild. We can write our own endings. And this is mine: Enough is enough. And I am more than enough.

Thank you for standing witness to my words

Writing this is not easy, but it is necessary. For too long, I was made to feel small, silenced, and surveilled. This blog is part of my reclamation—of my voice, my space, and my joy. To those who have supported me, even from afar: your kindness has been a light in the darkest corridors.

To those who have endured similar trespass: you are not alone, and you are not powerless.

I carry my late father with me.

In moments of fear, I feel his steadiness.

In moments of doubt, I hear his quiet strength.

And in moments of reclamation, like this one, I know he walks beside me.

This blog is not only my voice, but also a continuation of his love—a reminder that even when cruelty tries to silence us, our roots run deeper than malice, and our spirit outlives every attempt to break it.

This is only the beginning. I will continue to write, to create, to build sanctuary in defiance of cruelty. My story is not theirs to tell—it is mine. And I choose to tell it with truth, with resilience, and with hope.

Tiffy Belle

by Tiffany Belle Harper

It was Sunday. Charity begins at home.

It’s drizzly outside. Sunday morning. I have both guest rooms occupied, until they are ready to flee the nest. I hope they’ve enjoyed the town and my rooms? The dogs are snuggled up. Guinea pigs enjoying late night ‘veg’ reductions from Sainsbury’s. I get huge bags of cabbage and often a lettuce at rock bottom prices, if I go in late enough. The staff know it’s for my little fluffies. They live well. My beloved Spike and Toby, tiny squeakers!! Then there’s Billy Pumpkin my ‘once’ abandoned ‘street cat’ who is now some kind of Godhead in my apartment. Well … if you can call it that. I live in the dining room. Cosy.

Billy just seems to know when I’m under the weather or in need of some fuss. He will just plonk his ‘now’ huge ginger cat body on me, my laptop, or if I am sleeping, my head. I have many adventurous stories regarding my cat. Quite unbelievable. In-fact, all my pets have their tales to tell, through the words of me ‘of course’. I hope one day I can reawaken my writing, without the apprehension of first being hacked, before I click ‘publish.’ I must rise above it. Though losing the draft of a book from years back was not a great experience. Despite being badly written, it was mine. The list is endless. And still there are problems.

For now the birds are back for a couple of seasons. I do stop feeding the pigeons throughout the colder months, as otherwise they occupy my small garden in such large numbers, there’s an excessive amount of muck to clean up. The magpies and crows seem to know when it’s time to go. But never the pigeons. My house exterior often covered with them. I have my regulars. And they have babies. You get to know, cos often they visit with a smaller replicate in tow. Very sweet. Family is all around us. Feathers. Waves. Petals.

Though sadly I lost my doggy, ‘Angel’ last year. She was 18, well almost, (her birthday would have been Christmas day.) We rescued many beings together, me and Angel. It’s a long time to have a best friend. I still feel her about. Love never dies. And I often wonder whether our dearest do not have a species. That albeit a bird, dog or human. The reinvention of that love becomes something completely new in our higher universe. Where Angels are our wings. I do have a recent theory, incorporating Christianity and faith, which aligns with today’s world … and I promise I will write about it. (And I do need to share more.) My head never stops nattering and all of it resonates. I do ‘enjoy’ my company. (Perhaps, conceited for this … but so what.) And by the way, sorry about my grammar, I am ‘self educated’ and try to avoid AI for correction.

Let’s face it, we are all only here for a snap of time. So to me, it’s better to be thankful toward Earth, than to want to rip it apart. Pretty ridiculous really. Oh well … I sigh. The answers come soon enough. Each of us go home in the end. And we only take the truth. No social followings, bank balances or ruthless accomplishments. We are accountable for the goodness of our sacrifices. Where acts of malice (for example) as a result of malevolence or greed, do not count in the larger framework. Hostility being a weak word, such like jealousy and to will mental or physical hardship to innocent sentient beings. Though all of which can be amended when we turn to our faults and we learn by our findings. Where the negative infrastructure of what we do, probably goes into a void hole somewhere, along with the spirit of those who conduct the flames. Meanwhile, the vulnerable here, suffer for it most. And that includes our most treasured friends of all, nature and all her animals. Everything that’s meant to grow organically.

Each of us are born unique. We have our own credibility. As we develop into the world, before we know it. we reach an age where we start to grow out of it. And it’s during the stages of life’s tapestry, we can either use our lessons and experience to teach and to flourish. Or, become stagnant and bitter, in belief our shortfalls are for others to fix, as opposed to realising any need for self improvement and personal growth.

Through our experiences we can help others going through similar, to find the compassion to work with empathy. Or we can punish society for how our circumstances have made us feel. How we manifest our feelings shows our integrity or weakness. How we can admit to our mistakes and speak openly about our insecurities in likeminded circles.

Nothing can change the past. What we were is who we are today. Financial burdens, incarceration, despair. Loss. A range of unfortunate conditions. Though we are all magnificent in one way or another. And it’s not about waiting for validation from others, who in many cases are not even worthy of giving it. It is about self love and the ability to realise how far we have come on our journey. To reflect with our own affirmations. A brave thing to do, because ego hates positive people who do not rely ‘solely’ on the limelight. A shallow soul does not work with experience and change. But rather the source of others. The parasites of society. Often with little self worth. To the contrary of how they appear. For now, anyway.

There are those who dwell too deeply within the lives of others, reluctant to explore the many hurdles life can reveal during steps into the unknown. Often we are forced by circumstances beyond our control. Where power becomes the ability to file a lawsuit as a means to crush a helpless victim. The wealth to destroy entire communities. To play ‘God’ in battles where there is no winner. This is not leadership, this is satanic work, with only one common goal. MORE POWER!

Hidden hand signaling to control us by means of cults. But let us remind those hard at work to cage our freedom. You are NOT higher than God. For the universe is our greatest organic spyware. The Akashic, so to speak. But really … there’s no word to improvise such activity, as we are not meant to know until our dimension is ready to show us. We vibrate with a much higher frequency, where those who are awake will translate this how they wish. There is good or bad in every religion and establishment.

War is a distraction. It is a display of activity, where the people who are vulnerable, want to feel safe. Protected. And war can be manufactured to control our opinion with wrath, hatred and fear. War is an addiction. War is hate. This is WRONG!! Do we create hostility in an attempt to control the public?

My worry is that, in today’s society, no child, no teenager, no young person should be consumed with anxiety, fear and depression as a result of attunement to:

1. The world is going to end because we put the heating on and use transportation.

2. There is going to be a global war, so don’t bother with education, just worry instead.

3. You cannot express your fashion sense.

4. You cannot have open discussions in public or on the internet.

We as adults are not doing enough to make life an enjoyable experience for generations to come. No wonder it’s such a mess. Mental health is not a whim. Psychosis and Schizophrenia are very real. Autism, Asperger’s, ADHD, are very factual. We should not dismiss further research and the correct care, based on the scroungers of society using these conditions (that are hard to detect, particularly in introverts) to claim time and benefits. Slipping into the loophole to get free stuff. There are genuine cases out there that are not getting any help at all, because they suffer in silence.

We have no idea how many individuals are in their rooms right now, confused with too much information. A sense of loneliness. No role model in the real world. They turn to online streams that corrupt their mind.

We as a nation need to be aware of the danger signs. To help those who have lost their way get the correct help, within the (somewhat outdated) medical system. With counselling. Home visits. But in a compassionate structured way. Group meetings. To talk in a controlled, friendly environment with others suffering the same. That no person feels alone. Because, one day it could be too late. We lose a precious family member or loved one. We are unable to reach them and bring their mindset home to a safe space.

Until such thing affects us personally, it is very hard to make judgement. And I speak with experience as my heart has broken many times with a situation very close to me. With so much choice in the world, children may feel deluded, misguided, afraid. The educational system is so rigid. We as humans consist of many different attributes. It is important to teach of nature, charity, community. To determine our characters and how well we can integrate with our own tribe of like-minded in the real world. It is too late for many, but there’s time to help the rest. Our new arrivals to the planet. To not dismiss personality types in favour of trying to uniform the many different minds within our masculine and feminine.

I do not believe in removing sexual organs or hormones from human beings. It is barbaric. But I do support the ability for a male to be more feminine, or a female to be more masculine. It is our own choice. To accept our characters as we are made. To completely remove sexual transformations by means of invasive surgery to minors. Exterior vanity is very different to our reproductive organs. We should never mock a person for their social way of fashioning themselves. How many men wear make-up discretely, yet sneer at other men who wear make-up more dramatically? Is that not hypocritical? And right through the ages, battle attire has been a high fashion and theatrical statement. The articulate attention to detail of fine glove and shoe making. The helmets and intricate tunic detail.

The Romans wore gallant hand woven tabards, robes and tunics with immaculate sandals – attention to straps and design. Garlands of gold in their hair? In many countries around the world, men wear robes in favour of trousers. That said, there’s nothing sexier than a guy in a good suit within a Western state of powerful environments. Fashion is fashion. Fashion should never be prejudice. Many of us have already lost our right to free speech. Please. Don’t stop fashion too!! There is female and there is male. When we try to control our appearance we create a surge of diversity and in worst case, anarchy. Youth should be fun and on-trend. Where has our music and fashion gone to?

Moving on, we should try to be much more aware of ‘street drugs’. Where are they coming from and what are people smoking? How do these drugs affect decision making. It’s not like a group of friends going to a rave or a house party and having a social smoke. It is about people who are isolated in a room watching a screen. A dangerous cocktail of misinformation and mind altering chaos combined. Law Enforcement is not always the answer, as much as determining the source and protecting potential outcomes. Perhaps even consider plain clothes specialists within such areas to establish the truth?

I need to do more research. But there’s some kind of drug you can buy online that can make you regress back in your life. I would not imagine this is good for a person who is suffering with any mental health issue. That said, intriguing by the sound of it? I have a very good mind and legal experiments are fine to an extent. But the best drug of all has to be variety and hobbies. To explore the real world. Addiction is never the answer. Not for the addict and not for the victims.

We should also take into consideration the amount of children who are in Foster Care and Children’s Homes, or who live in a traumatic environment. Habitats where nobody ‘really’ loves them. Thus assuming it’s the parents job to ensure their children are not out on the streets, getting up to no good, or taking a regular shower. Preparing a meal or giving them enough money to buy a sandwich. There’s children who have nothing other than their laptops and phones. Together with any stuff in the real world that can give them a thrill. I realised too late how growing up in a broken home affects the children. We can be so caught up with work and our own problems, we may over-look the impact this all has on the kids.

As we grow through life, we change our opinions. This is good, because otherwise we become stuck in our ways, we struggle to break cycles and habits of no worth going forward. We grow through our environments and consideration. I myself have shifted massively with my assumptions, particularly these last couple of years. It is all about where we feel at home, where we fit in to a group or spectrum. It’s wrong to hold people to the past that simply wish to evolve. We forgive. We germinate in spirit. We find new tribes. We have different interests yet engage in discussions. We may change our appearance. We are free to expand without reprisal.

We learn by our mistakes and we grow organically into our best selves, without the need to go about wishing harm toward others. Though with today’s technology we cannot shake off unwanted attention. Like closing a door or moving to a new area. Because with the web, we are all potential victims of fraud, intimidation, stalking, harassment and sabotage. Our views, our history, our data. Our entire pasts can be tampered with at the hands of those who are driven by their emotional grievances. Where insecurity actually threatens our security. Potentially dangerous times.

But we can all live through it by keeping our minds anchored to the good in this world. The positive change. The fresh air that we are blessed to have. Clean water. To declutter our thoughts and provide space in our minds for our own progress in every small way possible. To encourage our circles to thrive, even in our differences. To feel safe and inclusive. Charity Starts at Home. Because each of us is special. A balance of solitude, community and nature.

Finally, and just a quick account of things. I can only apologise to President Trump if you did not like my gift to you that went alongside your award. My intentions were sincere and exceptionally positive. That said, the outcome was ‘for the best’, since I do realise it was just another awkward ‘thing’ much like the internet can be. But the sentiment remains the same.

Tiffy Belle. X

by Tiffany Belle Harper