The burden of the truth about covid

Being right isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I’m feeling quite heavy-hearted right now, and am writing this in an effort to get it off my chest. It’s not any kind of polished post with some kind of wise conclusion. I’m just sad.

Today at church I got into conversation with a lady who has been attending for a month or so with her family. She’s young, about thirty I would say, with two small children: a two-year-old girl and a baby who is a few months old.

I asked her how was her Christmas, and she told me she’d been sick. She thought it was the flu, but felt so bad, with chest pain and dizziness, that she went to the hospital. There they told her she had covid, and diagnosed her with myocarditis. At this point, I asked if she’d gotten the covid “vaccine”, as I’ve started to do with anyone who tells me about recent health problems. She said yes, she’d gotten the first two, but not a booster. I told her that myocarditis was one of the most common side effects of the “vaccine”. (I have no hesitation anymore in saying this, since no one will hear it from their doctors).

You never know how someone will react to that type of statement, but she said, “I wondered that, because after I got the vaccine last year, I also had chest pain.” Now, they’re telling her she needs an MRI.

This is, again, a very young woman, someone who almost certainly never had and never would have developed heart problems without this evil injection, which she never needed and with which she got covid anyway. I imagine the antibodies and inflammation from the infection exacerbated the existing damage to the heart cells. Who knows whether she will recover, whether it will get worse, whether it will cut her life short. Who knows whether her beautiful little children may even lose their mother at some point.

This one hit me pretty hard. I am keeping a list, which is getting longer and longer, of deaths and health problems in my circle of family, friends, and acquaintances since the rollout of the “vaccine”. Some of them are people I didn’t get a chance to warn. Some stubbornly insist that the approved covid narrative is true and that the shots are safe and effective, and would not listen when I tried to warn them. It’s harder to feel bad about that. But this woman and a few others are people who simply, innocently and ignorantly took a shot that everyone told them they needed, and are suffering for it. Worse, they will be gaslighted and kept in the dark by their doctors, who will never suggest, or deny when asked, that it was the vaccine.

It’s hard to take. It can be very academic when you’re reading Substacks with stats that endlessly confirm that the shots were a bad idea, and reinforce your decision not to take them. But it hits different when you run into it in real life, in the form of a beautiful young mother who is dealing with heart damage she should not have. And the most I can do for these people is tell them—whether they believe me or not—what may have done this to them.

I don’t know. Again, I’m writing this to get it off my chest, because it’s really troubling me right now. The sheer, enormous, overwhelming evil of it all gets to me sometimes. The innocent victims get to me. The burden of knowing all this is happening and not being able to stop it, prevent people from falling to it, or help them afterward sometimes feels like too much. Can anyone identify with this? If so, how do you deal with it?