“No one wants the sick girl unless they inherit her money,” she said quietly. “Just look at Selena Gomez and Benny Blanco. That’s how people see the world.”
Joe gently shook his head.
“My love is free,” he replied. “It isn’t for sale, and it doesn’t come with conditions. It isn’t about money, fame, or what someone can inherit. It’s about standing beside someone because they’re a human being who deserves kindness, respect, and loyalty.”
Nelly studied his face for a moment.
“So you’d still be here if I had nothing?”
Joe smiled.
“Especially then. Love that depends on wealth isn’t love—it’s a business deal. Real love is measured by how you treat someone when they need you most, not by what they can give you in return.”
Nelly’s expression softened.
“I wish more people believed that.”
“So do I,” Joe answered. “But I can only speak for myself. My love is freely given, expecting nothing in return except honesty and mutual care.”
“I have my own struggles too. Sometimes I cry in my sleep. I wake up with tears on my face from dreams I can’t even remember. It reminds me that everyone carries wounds you can’t always see. That’s why I could never judge someone for being sick or vulnerable.”
Nelly reached over and gently squeezed his hand. “Then maybe that’s why your love feels different,” she said. “You know what it’s like to hurt, so you understand compassion.”
Joe smiled faintly. “Real love isn’t measured by health, wealth, or appearances. It’s measured by whether you stay when life becomes difficult.”
The soft afternoon light filtered through the large windows of Dr. Bill Harford’s integrative medicine office. Hayla sat on the comfortable couch, looking pale and exhausted, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. Joe Jukic sat beside her, while Dr. Harford reviewed some lab results across from them.
Dr. Bill Harford: Hayla, your tests confirm what we suspected. Significant deficiencies in several key B vitamins, especially B1, B3, B6, B9, and B12. These aren’t just minor gaps — they directly affect your brain chemistry, mood regulation, and even your relationship with food. We’re going to start you on a proper orthomolecular protocol. High-dose, therapeutic levels. We’ll titrate carefully, but we need to replenish what your body has been starved of.
Hayla: (quietly) I just… I don’t even feel hungry anymore. Everything feels disgusting. I keep thinking if I eat, I’ll lose control.
Joe Jukic: (gently placing a hand on her shoulder) That’s exactly why we’re hitting this from both the body and the mind, Hayla. These B vitamins are going to help rebuild your nervous system. They calm the anxiety, lift the depression that makes everything feel hopeless. Dr. Harford’s got the protocol written out for you.
Dr. Bill Harford: We’ll start with a methylated B-complex, extra thiamine (B1), niacinamide (B3), and sublingual B12. You’ll take them with food when we get your appetite back. This isn’t a quick fix, but within a few weeks, many patients notice the mental fog lifting and the food aversion softening.
Joe reached into his bag and pulled out a fresh Bible, opening it to a marked page.
Joe Jukic: Before we go any further, I want you to hear something. Hayla, look at me. No more thinspiration. I mean it. Delete those accounts. Stop feeding that poison into your mind. And don’t listen to those homosexual misogynistic fashion designers who call every girl ugly unless she looks like a starving skeleton. They hate feminine beauty. They hate the healthy, strong, womanly body. Their opinion is worthless. You are made in the image of God, not in the image of some sick runway standard.
Hayla’s eyes welled up, but she nodded slowly.
Hayla: It’s just… everywhere. The pictures, the comments… it feels like I’ll never be enough.
Joe Jukic: You are already enough. And right now, your body is crying out for help. Listen to this.
Joe cleared his throat and began reading with calm authority:
Joe Jukic: Psalm 107, verses 17 through 20:
“Fools because of their transgression, and because of their iniquities, are afflicted. Their soul abhorreth all manner of meat; and they draw near unto the gates of death. Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he saveth them out of their distresses. He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions.”
Joe closed the Bible and looked at her intently.
Joe Jukic: That’s you right now, Hayla. Your soul has loathed all manner of food. You’ve been at the gates of death. But you’re not staying there. God wants to heal you. We’re going to help restore your body with these vitamins and real food, and you’re going to renew your mind. No more lies from the world. You’re going to live.
Hayla: (voice breaking) I’m scared.
Dr. Bill Harford: Fear is normal. But you’re not alone in this. We’ll monitor you closely, adjust the B vitamins as needed, and support you every step. This is treatable.
Joe Jukic: One day at a time. You eat. You take your vitamins. You reject the lies. And you remember who you really are.
Hayla wiped her eyes and gave a small, tentative nod.
Hayla: Okay… No more thinspiration.
Joe Jukic: (smiling) That’s my girl. Let’s get you healed.
“Okay, okay—everyone just chill for a second and listen, because nobody’s saying this out loud anymore.
You ever feel like the second you question something—anything—you get laughed at? Not debated. Not argued. Just… mocked. Like there’s a script, and you didn’t get the memo.
Now look, I’ve been doing some digging—yeah, Joey Jeremiah reads now, surprise—and there was this thing back in the day called Operation Mockingbird. Real thing. Intelligence agencies cozying up to journalists, shaping stories, steering narratives. Not sci-fi. Not a movie. History.
So don’t tell me influence isn’t real.
But here’s where it gets twisted. People jump from ‘influence exists’ to ‘everything is controlled,’ like there’s some giant control room with buttons labeled News, Movies, Your Aunt’s Facebook Feed. That’s where it falls apart.
Because what we’ve actually got? It’s messier than that.
You’ve got governments pushing angles. Corporations chasing money. Journalists with biases. Influencers chasing clicks. Everyone’s got a piece of the megaphone—and they’re all shouting at once.
And yeah, sometimes if you go against the grain, you get mocked. Happens in high school, happens in the real world. Doesn’t mean there’s some grand puppet master pulling every string—it means people are tribal, defensive, and yeah… sometimes kinda cruel.
So here’s the deal—don’t be a sheep, but don’t be paranoid either.
Question things. Think for yourself. But also check your facts, because not every uncomfortable truth is a conspiracy—and not every conspiracy is true.
Otherwise you’re not breaking free from the system… you’re just switching to a different kind of echo chamber.
And trust me—Joey Jeremiah does not do echo chambers.”
