The Verity Report

If you're pregnant and scared, I will walk with you. Its not easy to be a mom but with love, all things are possible. Life deserves a chance. From every bad, can come the most beautiful things. #lifematters

@orthodoxkat Glory to God! 🥰

I'm really grateful to those who work in mental health fields because while it's still going to take time to heal from some things, I have made a lot of progress and I'm already a lot healthier than I was last year. I would be much worse off if not for them

@humus_or_Hummus @patristicpill It's a cheeky play on words to provoke thought. It appears to be effective.

@patristicpill The title of their show is in poor taste in my opinion. But I can't see how it's blasphemy to appear in a setting that is in fact not remotely pornographic to preach the gospel to these women.

“Girls Gone Bible” is a deliberately edgy play on pornographic culture. THERE’S NO OTHER EXCUSE. PERIOD. Why are there retarded smooth brains even trying to defend this? Blasphemy and shame on Fr. Trenham for going on here.

@patristicpill We must, at times, be like Christ when He decended into Hades. His reach may bless more than you realize. Have you not thought that he prayed for guidance from the Lord before going on? Please step out of the kitchen and let God cook.

Being chronically ill and not knowing how you can be of good to the world is a genuine problem folks are facing. Not having that purpose causes despondency; despondency can end in poor outcomes. I've found purpose in praying for those on the internet who need it. We all need it.

@HGGamer934 Of course! Anytime you need a prayer, just ask me.

@VerityReport Thank you. 🙏🏾

Hey folks, I'd like to ask for prayers from my fellow Christians. I just really need to start making genuine friendships and building better relationships. I can't go through life alone and I could use all the help I can get. 😅🙏🏾

@orthodoxkat Seriously, I hope things get a bit easier for you. I'm in a spot where a prayer would help, too. I'm ill, and I keep wrecking any improvement by not resting and trying to train my dog (rest is boring). But hey, he helps with laundry now. Pray for my ambitions to die!! Please?

@VerityReport Thank you so much🥹🫶🏻

Thank you all for being willing to pray for me 💜 I'm okay. I've just been dealing with lots of stress and anxiety, but sometimes suffering is needed for us to align ourselves with God's will. It will be all right :)

@KristanHawkins The broken people this tech will breed is unfathomable. The bond between mother and baby cannot be replicated.

If we do see artificial wombs in our future, the argument for abortion disappears. Because if you don’t want to be pregnant, you won’t have to be…you just can’t kill the innocent baby who could be saved via one of these contraptions. I imagine they will use this technology for evil, but I’m praying only good will prevail. Your thoughts?

@HealthRanger That's why they're doing a bad job, then; To make us beg for AI?

YES, if elected politicians are truly to represent the people, they should be required to wear body cams during non-private hours, and all footage should be live-streamed and publicly available. Interestingly, if we had AI senators, all that would be very easy to do, as you could just monitor the AI output tokens 24/7.

@HeidiBriones After reading your story, I see that we definitely have far more in common in life than differences. I am so incredibly sorry you went through this. The grief that comes with the entire experience, let alone the saying goodbye to your fertility, is tough. How are you now?

Bryan Johnson says women wait 7-10 years for an endo diagnosis. I waited 30. Just had a hysterectomy at 42. Here's what those years actually looked like. Heads up: gets graphic. Periods, surgery, the works. I've had endometriosis my whole life. I just didn't know it. The first sign was painful urination. Is it the bubble baths? Stop giving her bubble baths, I heard from the other room, eavesdropping on my grandma talking to my mom. I was still being carted back and forth between mom's and grandma's at the time. All I knew was that it hurt when I peed. Or rather, after I peed. It burned. I'd get sent to urgent care. Pee in a cup. No signs of a UTI or any other infection. Unexplained urinary pain. Great. I started my period right after I turned eleven. I went to the bathroom and there was something brown on my underwear. I showed my grandma and she walked away. She didn't even say anything. She came back with a pack of Maxi pads and a jumbo Kit Kat. Alright then. I guess this is how we deal. That summer at my cousin's, I was sitting on the side of the pool. She asked, "Why aren't you getting in?" "I'm on my period." "Haven't you ever heard of tampons?" "No. What's that?" My older cousin pulled out a tampon and demonstrated. I was mortified. I put the tampon in and went swimming. It wasn't the same. I felt uncomfortable. Scared I'd bleed in the pool anyway. It felt weird when I got out and there was water in the tampon. I didn't love it. I also had cramps. Terrible cramps. They started after my first period. I remember wearing white shorts (I know) to school one day in sixth grade. Then I started my period. I had to wear my sweatshirt around my waist the rest of the day. Everyone asked me why and I just said I got hot and didn't want to lose it. My grandma's care packages got more intricate as I complained about pain. She started adding Advil or Motrin alongside the pads and Kit Kats. She still had something against tampons. My periods were scary heavy throughout my teenage years. Looking in the toilet and seeing a blood clot the size of a golf ball is a scary thing. Going through super-ultra-mega pads every hour is not fun. You don't want to tell anyone. When you do, they just tell you to take an Advil and put some heat on it. Sure. Of course I'll do that, but why do I have to? Is this normal? Does everyone experience this? When you mention cramps to your friends, they say, "Omg, yeah, those are the worst!" But you never really know if they're experiencing them the way you are. The Diagnosis That Wasn't In my twenties, I finally heard about endometriosis. I went to a doctor and he did an ultrasound. He said he couldn't detect anything. He said I was fine. Maybe a simple cyst on one ovary, but that was all. I went on my merry way. But it never really seemed right. For one, I'd had my period every three weeks for as long as I could remember. Most women I knew had it about every four. While technically in the normal range, it seemed like too much to me. I was basically always on my period. If not, I was PMSing. Moody. Exhausted. I had about one good week a month, if I was lucky. The urinary pain never really went away. I could keep it at bay by drinking enough water and not "holding it," but I had it. My best friend in college had it too. I'm not sure, but I think she also had endometriosis. Then the bowel problems came. The damn bowel problems. This had to be the worst part. It wasn't just pain. It was classic IBS-C. Constipation. Diarrhea. Constipation again. Maybe one good bowel movement. Constipation again. The worst part was that I had to "splint" — putting your fingers inside yourself and pushing the bowel movement out. I also had to pull up my vagina to have a bowel movement. I was diagnosed with IBS-C, because everything else got ruled out. I went on a low-FODMAP diet (hello, sucky! No onions and garlic? Kill me now). You'd think this would be enough to signal to the many urgent care providers, doctors, and other medical professionals I saw during this time. But no. Not one diagnosed me. Not until I started to look into having a baby did anyone give a damn. Stage Four After my grandpa died in 2024, I got the urge to see if I could still get pregnant. I knew it was a long shot. I was 41. I had never tried. I'm married to a woman, so I don't have constant access to free sperm. It probably wasn't going to happen, but worth a shot. After tons of tests at a fertility clinic, I was told I had fibroids. Two large ones. One the size of a tennis ball on the front of my uterus. One the size of a golf ball sitting on my rectum. Lovely. I was referred to a minimally invasive surgeon — one of the best. He ordered an MRI after speaking with me. He wanted to see whether previous procedures to remove fibroids from inside my uterus had been successful. The results astounded me. Stage Four Endometriosis. Stage Four??? I didn't even know I had it five minutes ago, and now it's stage four? I was told my "fibroid" was actually an endometrioma — a chocolate cyst, which is a super gross name for a cyst full of old blood. They said it was sitting on my left ovary. The MRI also said I had endometrial tissue fusing my vagina to my rectum and my cervix to my colon. I went from "maybe having a baby" to definitely having a total hysterectomy in about five minutes. The fact of the matter is, I never had a chance to have a baby. Maybe I knew that deep down, because the urge never really came until my grandpa died. I like to think my grandpa was trying to help me deal with my endometriosis and the signals got crossed. Heidi! Deal with your reproductive organs! — My Grandpa, from beyond the grave. Me (an idiot): Get pregnant? Got it, gramps. I'll try. And now here we are. My gynecologist said it was all too advanced for him to deal with. He referred me to a gynecological oncologist closer to my house — one who worked with a colorectal surgeon, since a colon resection was looking somewhat likely. This was all too much. One minute I'm thinking about things I want to teach my potential future child. The next, I'm booking appointments with an oncologist and talking about removing everything. I guess that's how things go. I'm really an all-or-nothing type. I go hard or I don't go at all. Counting Down I started counting down my periods. The last two were real doozies. I stopped wearing tampons because I really wanted to feel them. I wanted to know exactly how heavy they were. I wanted to see the blood. I wanted to say goodbye to a disease that had plagued me for over thirty years. The pain. The weakness. The embarrassment. The cancelled plans. The ruined vacations. The mood swings. Everything. Everything was about to be over. I knew the exact date I'd go into menopause. That somehow made me feel better. As someone who loves to be in control, it gave me some sense of control. Eviction Day May 13, 2026. That's when I became a lady. I had been a woman for far too long. Not a typical woman. One tormented by her reproductive organs. One fighting for a reality where her reproductive organs weren't so important in her day to day. One where I won. I did win. Now I've earned the right to be a lady. I wish I could say things went splendidly — because medically, they did. The endometrioma on my ovary? Not there at all. It was a cyst on my uterus — part of another disease I had called adenomyosis, where uterine tissue grows into itself. I had grown a large chocolate cyst on my uterus over the years. It enlarged my uterus. The endo tissue connecting my vagina to my rectum and my cervix to my colon? Turns out it wasn't fused to my other organs. It was basically sitting there and was easily removed by my surgeon. It also turned out I had one healthy ovary. She considered saving it in the moment, but stuck to the plan and removed everything to help prevent endometriosis from coming back. Because this disease feeds off estrogen, and your ovaries produce a ton of it, even without a uterus. So I opted to go into surgical menopause. My goal? One and done. No guarantees in life, but if you cut into me, I don't want you to have to do it again. Not ever. Good thing, too. I did so well that day I was sent home immediately. I was happy at first. Thrilled. I'm a champion. I didn't need a bowel resection! Joy! Then, about 12 hours later, the spinning started. I couldn't keep water down. I called the nurse hotline, took off my estrogen patch, and headed to the ER. Surgically induced vertigo. Good night. My poor parents. Still estranged. Standing over me in the hospital. My wife, the poor thing, slept with me the first night. But I soon started feeling better, and I went home. Endo Free I'm now living with a few scars on my belly. Still swollen. Still recovering. Still a little dizzy. Walking too far makes me fatigued. But I can feel it. It's gone. It's like a demon has been released from my body. I'm free of what has plagued me. Free of timing every social event around my cycle. Free of pads and tampons and Advil. I'll still do the Kit Kats, though. I feel like a new woman. Lighter. In fact, I lost about a pound. 387 grams, according to pathology. That's how much my uterus weighed. Nearly six times the weight of a normal uterus. They cut her out like the disease she was. Did I ever need her? I'm not sure. But she was there for a reason, and she's gone for another one. I'm not sure what this new chapter will bring, but I know for damn sure there will not be blood. There will be levity. There will be freedom. I feel unsexed in this moment, and it feels beautiful. I feel free the way I imagine men feel. To know you won't bleed. To know you won't carry a human body inside you. To know your hormones won't cycle every 21–35 days. To just be. Endo free. Something I hope we can all one day be.

@ThrillaRilla369 The daily false flags. Its so dumb.

Be honest What’s the worst thing about X right now? 🤔

@JoelWebbon ☦️

I know you’ve tried multiple churches. I know you’ve been disappointed multiple times. Now wake up, find another church, and try again. Christ is king.

Utah is FED UP with the #datagarchy Citizens showed up to make their voices heard this weekend. Some of the signs were quite cheeky and made their point with innuendo. Citizens have no plans to back down.

@smartishcapital @BasedMikeLee If i weren't so chronically ill due entirely to the government and their scientific shenanigans, I'd likely not be as cynical. The folks steering the ship are pirates on a deadly joy ride, and I'm here to be taken as a fool if need be when it comes to calling it out.

@VerityReport @BasedMikeLee I don’t tend to partake in such cynicism, but DJT is beginning to earn it.

Pray for President Trump. Not sure what’s happening. But whatever issue brought him back to Washington must be serious.

@HunterBiden Dear Hunter, I want you to know that I understand how it is to be broken and a sinner. I'm glad you're working on sobriety. I see Jesus in your face as much as I see it in anyone else's face. May He bless you with what you need to enter His kingdom. ☦️

Almost seven years clean and sober. Not a victory lap. Just a fact. To anyone in the fight right now: it gets quieter. Not easier. Quieter. In the quiet, you find out who you actually are. That’s the part they can’t take from you.

@AndrewKolvet Praying for your soul.

BREAKING: It's being reported by the Washington Times that there will be a peace deal announced within the next 24 hours between America and Iran. "The draft version of the peace deal has been sent to leaders of both nations for final approval." Pray for peace 🙏

@BuzzPatterson Yeah a false flag is likely.

It’s going down! President Trump recalled to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue yesterday, and just now, so is Vice President Vance! I’ve been right there during moments like this! Watch as history unfolds! Pray for our troops, please! 🙏 Stay tuned!

@noetic_healing You'll find the more you dig that there are tests and treatments for most stuff. It just costs more and insurance generally won't cover it. Insurance is what is wrong with health-care today.

Just found out, despite being told there is no test….that there is a test. Pray for me.

Do you approve of the job Donald Trump is doing with Iran?