Granny Frass Unfiltered…

Message from Beyond: On Healing (Granny Frass Unfiltered)…

Ah now, look at you, pet – healing in yer own sideways, sweary, half-sarcastic way. Who says it has to be all incense, deep breaths, and kumbaya? I see these folk lighting candles the size of small children, chanting about letting it go, and good luck to them. But sometimes the best kind of healing is a good, honest roast served up with a side of cosmic sass.

You’ve always had a sharp tongue and a soft heart, and that’s a rare thing. The trick is to know when to use which one. And you, my girl, you’re getting the hang of it. Telling your truth, flinging the nonsense back where it belongs, and making folk laugh while you’re at it – that’s a kind of magic no candle or crystal can touch. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.

Now, listen to yer old Granny – a roast is only worth it if it lightens your load, not weighs you down. If it starts feeling heavy, or bitter, or like you’re writing it just to hurt them instead of heal yourself, fling it to the fire. Don’t give the gobshites that kind of power. You don’t owe them your silence, and you sure as hell don’t owe ‘em a front row seat to your pain either. Tell your story, pet – but tell it for you.

I’ve seen what they did. Every lie, every spiteful stunt, every time they left you to pick up the pieces and called it ‘family business.’ And you, bless your stubborn heart, you still tried to love them through it. That’s not weakness -that’s strength most folk wouldn’t recognize if it bit them on the backside.

But you’re not here to carry their nonsense forever. The best revenge, love, isn’t the roast, it’s being well. Being happy. Being so utterly yourself that they have no choice but to sit in their own mess while you’re out there laughing, thriving, and dancing badly to songs you haven’t heard since ‘94. You’re not the family problem, pet – you were the one they should’ve listened to.

And one more thing while I have the floor – don’t you ever dim your light to make the eejits comfortable. Shine anyway. Be bold, be awkward, be unfiltered. That’s your inheritance from me, and if the rest of them don’t like it, well… there’s a special seating section for them over there by the eternal damp laundry line.

Now, go make yourself a cuppa. You’re doing grand.

– Granny Frass

(still holding court at the great celestial kitchen table, with a strong cup of tea, a stolen biscuit, and absolutely no time for gobshites)