My gratitude to Andrew Tate is genuine. Before I delved onto Top G’s messaging, I was pretty much just sitting around, waiting to die. Tate’s practical advice helped me accomplish a list of tasks I’d delayed for months and (in some cases) even years. Completing one of these tasks even brought me a small surprise in terms of a financial reward.
More important. Because my long life has featured major illnesses, injuries, and surgeries, I reached old age taking a collection of prescription drugs on a daily basis. Andrew Tate’s views on mood-altering drugs encouraged me to reconsider this life strategy, and I dropped two of the most powerful medications, one of them an SSRI masquerading as treatment for my chronic pain disorder. After about six weeks without these drugs, both my engagement in the world and my sense of independence reawakened. I would love Andrew Tate forever just because his messaging encouraged me to take this step.
Unfortunately, the new energy has led me to create this blog, which is now occupying most of my time. I need to hear Andrew Tate shout, “Clean the apartment, Bitch!” (How is it that this charming man makes the word “bitch” sound like an endearment?)
Now they have locked you away. I pray for you each day, Andrew. May God protect you.
Cyclonejane
December 30, 2022
Conundrum Andrew Tate 