The Philosophy of Dee

This isn’t a religion. It’s not a party platform. It’s not an elevator pitch for investors.

It’s the bones of who I am and how I move through a world that tries, every damn day, to make us smaller.

It’s a refusal to hand over my spark to anyone who hasn’t earned it.

Call it a manifesto. Call it a warning. Call it whatever you want.

But know this, every line is meant to be lived.

I believe truth is worth more than comfort. Lies, no matter how “kind”, are toxins. They fester. They rot trust. They corrode the teller as much as the told. If the truth burns, so be it. Better a clean wound than a poisoned one.

I believe every living thing carries a spark, whether it knows it or not. That spark is untouchable, not granted by any god, law, or flag. It demands respect, and anyone who crushes it should be prepared for resistance.

I believe we are threads in a vast web, not ruled from above, but tied together in ways we don’t always see. Every choice sends a tremor outward, and pretending it doesn’t is cowardice.

I believe the planet’s health is as urgent as any human’s. Kill the soil, the air, the water, and you’re killing yourself. The Earth will outlast us; the only question is whether it spits us out or shelters us.

I believe politics shift like the wind, loud, fleeting, mostly theater. They matter in the moment but mean nothing to the deep story of the planet.

I believe money is just a tool, never a crown. It can build bridges or burn villages. The ones who worship it lose their souls. The ones who use it well save more than themselves.

I believe morals, religions, laws, and social rules are all human inventions. I’ll keep the ones that protect the vulnerable and ditch the ones that protect the powerful from consequence.

I believe freedom is sacred, but freedom without responsibility is just selfishness with better branding. Your liberty ends where someone else’s suffering begins.

I believe power used to harm must be opposed. With words. With art. With refusal. With fire in the streets if we must. Resistance is not optional—it’s survival.

I believe the worth of a society is measured by how it treats its sick, its poor, its endangered. Care is not charity. It’s the bare minimum for calling ourselves human.

I believe in connection without strings, in relationships that nourish instead of drain. To take without giving back is theft.

I believe masks should be ripped off when they stop keeping us alive. Show the face they told you to hide. Truth-telling is dangerous, but living hidden is worse.

I believe time, attention, and energy are sacred. Spend them like they’re gold. Don’t hand them to anything that corrodes your mind or your gut.

I believe joy is fuel, not a luxury. Art, beauty, laughter, stillness, these are proof we’re alive, not distractions from “real life.”

And I believe the world won’t remember your job title or your bank balance. It’ll remember your ripples. Your defiance. The sparks you protected until your last breath.

If this sounds like you, welcome.

If it doesn’t, then maybe it’s not for you.

But if it makes something in your chest sit up straighter, if it makes you remember you’ve got a spine…

Then let’s get to work.

Author Note: I’m building a trauma-informed emotional app that actually gives a damn and writing up the receipts of a life built without instructions for my AuDHD. ❤️ Help me create it (without burning out): https://bit.ly/BettyFund