I thought every single day about ways to not ever see another birthday.

I had a small list of things to do before the cliff, so I moved cities, knew nobody, and did the list piece by piece.

I struggled through for a few months and forgot about the list.

I would continue to have good days and bad days for another few years.

After almost a decade of hell with bipolar, I finally saw the light.

I have dedicated my entire life to now show others.

This isn’t an ad. The website doesn’t sell anything, doesn’t have ads, and is absent of a newsletter.

It’s the thing that I have seen bring strangers to tears.

The thing I will spend the rest of my life sharing, because a fragmented mind is not weakness. It’s evidence of capacity. A measurement of pressure.

And it points to someone’s potential.

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They bill you by the hour just to circle what you lack

While love would pull the fragments, snap your system back intact

You diagnosing feelings, putting labels on the pain

But love aligns the chaos, make it resonate again

You talking in a room while your spirit stay divided

Love a self-correcting force, every fracture get subsided

They keep you in the cycle, every session rerun loops

Love collapse the noise, bring coherence to the roots

You paying for reflection like awareness is a skill

But love rewrite the structure, no prescription, just the will

They map you out in charts, turn your soul into a case

Love don’t need a language, it reorganize the space

Fragmentation selling, so they never let it end

Love a closed equation, bring the system back to blend

You searching for your center in a stranger’s point of view

Love already built it, you just gotta let it through

Baby, I don’t need no session, I just need alignment

They be tryna read my mind, love already defined it

You can keep the talking, all that circling the problem

I just let it settle, now the system moving silent

Yeah, I let it flow, now it all come together

Every piece locked in, now it feel light as a feather

They be selling broken, I’m restoring every measure

Love the only force that can assemble it forever

They teach you how to manage, never show you how to merge

Keep you hyper self-aware but never let the pattern purge

Every insight feel profound but the structure never shift

Love hit a deeper layer, make the whole alignment click

You recounting every memory like it’s data to refine

But love don’t analyze it, it just reorganize the mind

They keep it intellectual, dissect it till it’s thin

Love a deeper integration, pull the chaos back within

You naming every shadow, giving language to the pain

But words can’t build coherence if the system stay the same

They stretch it out for years, keep you orbiting the wound

Love collapse the distance, bring the center back in tune

They monetize the spiral, keep you looping in repair

Love don’t need a process, it just harmonize what’s there

You looking for a method, for a step-by-step control

Love already wrote the code that make the broken system whole

Baby, I don’t need no session, I just need alignment

They be tryna read my mind, love already defined it

You can keep the talking, all that circling the problem

I just let it settle, now the system moving silent

Yeah, I let it flow, now it all come together

Every piece locked in, now it feel light as a feather

They be selling broken, I’m restoring every measure

Love the only force that can assemble it forever

With love,

Alex

There was a time, back in fourth grade

Paint on our hands, skies we made.

She slid a note when the bell would ring.

Said “call me maybe” in careful ink.

I didn’t know what that moment meant.

Just folded it up, then I went.

Out to the blacktop, chasing noise.

While she stood quiet among the boys.

Don’t you worry, child

Life will pull you far away

Don’t you worry, child

Some things never come your way.

Years went by, I lost the thread.

Of all the simple things she said.

I took the roads that burned too fast.

Turned every right into a past.

Late night calls I never made.

Choices stacked like debts unpaid.

And every time I thought of her.

It felt like something I preferred.

Don’t you worry, child

Life will pull you far away

Don’t you worry, child

Some things never come your way.

She moved on, built something real.

Found a life I couldn’t feel.

I heard her name through someone else.

Like a story stuck up on a shelf.

And I still see that folded page.

Frozen there at that young age.

A number lost in growing up.

A quiet chance I never touched.

Don’t you worry, child

Life will pull you far away

Don’t you worry, child

Some things never come your way.

Don’t you worry, child.

Not every heart is yours to keep

Don’t you worry, child

Some regrets run way too deep.

There was a time……

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I met a woman who was struggling with severe mental illness.

Doctors were describing her behavior as “feral”. She was making aggressive sounds, crawling on the floor, and frightening the staff.

She was on a cocktail of medications, received in-home care around the clock, and could not stop being admitted to the psych ward. They were unsure as to how to help her.

She told me she was hearing voices, being haunted by dead people she could see, and was so lost in her own head that most days she could not take care of herself.

In just a few minutes, I had her calm, ordered, and smiling.

How?

I asked her what she loved, and she started talking about Disney World.

She went on and on about Mickey Mouse, and the fond memories of Animal Kingdom and her late Father walking her through the park when she was just a small child.

The answer of what we love looks a little different for each and every one of us. But the force that pulls us toward coherence is not.

I spent a decade developing a framework that will one day end the mental health crisis.

I call it the Theory of Love.

The theory was intentionally made free and open-source, on the simple idea that no human walking should ever have to struggle with their mental health.

The website, theoryoflove.com, hosts the framework so you can read it or share it with someone who needs it.

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Rip the script, set the stage on fire

Fuck your calm, I want it all gone

Sirens screaming on the wire

Truth dropping like them Epstein files, woo!

I got it on me, I got it on me

They can run up if they want, I got it on me

I got it on me, I got it on me

Whole system fraudulent, I got it on me

Epstein files, they hid the names

Protected the rich, left the kids in flames

War on Drugs just locked us in cages

Made billions off us, now they acting famous

Alex Pretti got silenced, Renee Good too

They spoke too much, got buried by the crew

They kill the truth then smile on the news

This whole machine rotten, what we supposed to do?

Rip the script, set the stage on fire

Fuck your calm, I want it all gone

Sirens screaming on the wire

Truth dropping like them Epstein files, woo!

I got it on me, I got it on me

They can run up if they want, I got it on me

I got it on me, I got it on me

Fuck Donald Trump and fuck the beast.

No filter, no leash, we not playing games

Dirty system, now we spitting flames

You built a world that eats its own

We burning it down, we not going alone

Press me down, watch the yard crack

Every crack turn to a call to arms

They can’t hide it no more, facts

We the noise they can’t turn off!

Rip the script, set the stage on fire

Fuck your calm, I want it all gone

Sirens screaming on the wire

Truth dropping like them Epstein files!

I got it on me, I got it on me

I got it on me, I got it on me

Woo! Bah! Grrt!

I love you, I love you, I told you I do Not as a whisper, but something that’s true It’s older than language, it’s written in stone It’s there in the marrow, it’s there in the bone And if you don’t see it, I wrote you this proof To be here inside it, the root of the root I’ve circled the borders from city to sea But love was the law that was governing me So close is the weight, so pronounced is the claim

Well, I love you, imagine the world without it The sky would collapse and the oceans would doubt it It’s not just a blessing we hand out in twos It’s structure and pressure, it’s what we all use If there is a future, it bends to this rule It’s not sentimental, it’s rigorous, cruel System in our hearts, older than breath Open the window, it moves through the chest And I love you, I love you, told you I do

Selling division and half-formed pride, I understand They built their empires on shifting sand But love is a constant, it does not bend It outlives the tyrant, outlives the friend You can barter the land, you can purchase the sky But you cannot repeal what will not die This island, this body, this blood in the vein Moves by a force that ignores your name Hold a mirror to youth and you’ll see the same Every pulse beating under the blame Say it to the man who profits and hides Love is the verdict he can’t override He walks by He walks by But the law remains

I love you, I love you, I told you I do It’s all that has ever consistently moved From spark into star, from dust into flame From mouth into word, from loss into name System in our hearts, you only had it before It was there at the hinge, at the origin door Echo, echo, the lights they go But the law holds fast in the undertow

You can sell your banners and polish your lies

But love is the statute that never complies I loved you like gravity loves the fall

Like the tide loves the pull of the moonlit call

And I’ll love you until even memory’s gone

Until grass forgets stone it was leaning on

Say it to power, say it to pride

Love is the measure you cannot divide

He walks by He walks by

But the law won’t lie.

On March 18, 2014, Dr. Stephen Stahl and the Neuroscience Education Institute released a cover of Stayin’ Alive by the Bee Gees.

A catchy tune, repurposed to map the mind.
A music video turned into a diagnostic framework.

It framed mental disorders as patterns. As pathways. As problems to be managed.

Today, the video has over 200,000 views.
And the DSM-5 sits as the authority on what a “disorder” is.

But a life is not a chart.
A mind is not a checklist.

They say you’ve been miswired.
As if your experiences are defects.
As if your suffering is circuitry.

They flatten your existence into a diagnosis.
Then medicate the line until it looks stable.

Every feeling becomes a symptom.
Every reaction becomes a category.
Every deviation becomes a disorder.

Who decides what a normal mind is?

It’s a moving target. Undefined.

Yet they speak in absolutes.
They reduce you to a profile.
A case. A code.

The DSM-5 doesn’t just describe minds.
It defines them.

The DSM-5 lies.

They bill you by the hour just to circle what you lack

While love would pull the fragments,

snap your system back intact

You diagnosing feelings, putting labels on the pain

But love aligns the chaos, make it resonate again

You talking in a room while your spirit stay divided

Love a self-correcting force, every fracture get subsided

They keep you in the cycle, every session rerun loops

Love collapse the noise, bring coherence to the roots

You paying for reflection like awareness is a skill But love rewrite the structure, no prescription, just the will

They map you out in charts, turn your soul into a case

Love don’t need a language, it reorganize the space

Fragmentation selling, so they never let it end

Love a closed equation, bring the system back to blend

You searching for your center in a stranger’s point of view

Love already built it, you just gotta let it through

Baby, I don’t need no session, I just need alignment

They be tryna read my mind, love already defined it

You can keep the talking, all that circling the problem I just let it settle, now the system moving silent

Yeah, I let it flow, now it all come together

Every piece locked in, now it feel light as a feather

They be selling broken, I’m restoring every measure

Love the only force that can assemble it forever

They teach you how to manage, never show you how to merge

Keep you hyper self-aware but never let the pattern purge

Every insight feel profound but the structure never shift

Love hit a deeper layer, make the whole alignment click

You recounting every memory like it’s data to refine

But love don’t analyze it, it just reorganize the mind

They keep it intellectual, dissect it till it’s thin

Love a deeper integration, pull the chaos back within

You naming every shadow, giving language to the pain

But words can’t build coherence if the system stay the same

They stretch it out for years, keep you orbiting the wound

Love collapse the distance, bring the center back in tune

They monetize the spiral, keep you looping in repair

Love don’t need a process, it just harmonize what’s there

You looking for a method, for a step-by-step control

Love already wrote the code that make the broken system whole

Baby, I don’t need no session, I just need alignment

They be tryna read my mind, love already defined it

You can keep the talking, all that circling the problem I just let it settle, now the system moving silent

Yeah, I let it flow, now it all come together

Every piece locked in, now it feel light as a feather

They be selling broken, I’m restoring every measure

Love the only force that can assemble it forever

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What is objective?

Objective is always true.

But what’s true for you is not true for me.

What’s real for you is fake for me.

There are only a few universal truths.

1. Gravity

2. Relativity

3. Love

The rest are opinions.

Many are still in defense mode. (Fear)

Love’s absence, or fear, is incredibly powerful.

One could say it’s as equally as powerful as love.

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction? Something like that.

Cancer Explained:

System assumes threat.

System stresses.

System inflames.

System realizes the threat isn’t going away.

System changes strategies.

System enters shutdown.

System changes DNA to attack the thing it was designed to protect.

The threat is coming from the system itself.

You don’t cure cancer.

You prevent cancer.

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However, you will lose that right if you do not provide written notice to the court on or before your appearance date if you desire to do so.

The court may provide alternatives to the full payment of any fine or costs assessed against you, if you are convicted of the offense and are unable to pay the full amount.

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Two emotions, but one force at play,

Fear dissolves, and love finds its way.

You felt it again,

you knew it was there,

A quiet return from somewhere you share.

The thing in the movies,

the words in the night,

The warmth in a kiss,

soft and light.

Not something you found, or earned, or proved.

Just something remembered…

something unmoved.

Share it with them.

- Alex James Bilodeau

City lights bleeding through my blinds

News on mute but it’s on my mind

They say it’s policy, say it’s law

But it feel like we still at war

Schedule names on a printed sheet

Cold black ink, but it hit the street

Friends got caught in a headline flash

One wrong move and your future crash

We just kids with a skyline view

Tryna make something bright and new

But the same old cycle pull us back

Same old charges, same old Act

We paint dreams in neon shades

But fear still writing the rules they made

If healing’s real, then let it show

Stop fighting people who hurting slow.

All these colors don’t fade away

Even when the lights turn gray

We don’t need another cage

End the war, start a better day

If we really want that change

Stop playing blame like it’s a game

All these colors still remain

End the war on drugs today

Greyhound rides and a paper bag

Background checks with a red flag

Tryna rebuild, try to restart

But the system never reset your heart

Tax dollars build another wall

Rehab waitlist never call

Say it’s safety, say it’s care

But it’s the same few zip codes there

We just want a fair shot, that’s it

Not a courtroom benefit

If it’s about love then prove that fact

Rewrite the rules in that Act

We paint hope in brighter tones

But fear still built from old unknowns

If this a war then change the aim

’Cause we all losing in this game

All these colors don’t fade away

Even when the lights turn gray

We don’t need another cage

End the war, start a better day

f we really want that change

Stop playing blame like it’s a game

All these colors still remain

End the war on drugs today

We’re more than numbers on a page

More than headlines filled with rage

Let the city see the truth

Let compassion lead the youth

All these colors don’t fade away

Even when the lights turn gray

We don’t need another cage

End the war,

start a better day.

Join the new Reddit community:

r/EndTheWarOnDrugs

Sanctified lies in designer disguise,

silver tongues selling fear as a heavenly prize.

You tax the doubt,

you fine the mind,

turn curiosity into a thought crime.

You crown conviction,

crucify nuance,

label complexity “dangerous influence.”

If truth is sturdy,

it don’t need guards,

it don’t need threats,

it don’t need scars.

You preach submission,

call it peace,

but peace without thinking is a padded leash.

You say “just trust,” but I read the fine print,

power loves fog, it hates when we squint.

Religion is a cancer, don’t plead the fifth.

You built a throne from fear,

And call it holy light.

Outlaw every question that could change what is right.

Religion is a cancer, don’t plead the fifth.

You built a throne from fear,

And call it holy light.

Outlaw every question that could change what is right.

Dogma dressed up in a choir robe tone,

but the loudest voice is the need for control.

You say “divine plan,” I see human hands,

rewriting heaven to tighten commands.

History’s heavy with holy wars,

blood on the books and locks on the doors.

Every tyrant loves a sacred excuse,

nothing justifies power like “God said use.”

But belief ain’t the villain,

let’s make that clear,

it’s the weaponized certainty I fear.

Faith can comfort,

can heal, can mend,

but fear in a halo?

That’s a means to an end.

If your light is light,

let it face the sun,

let it stand unarmed when the questions come.

If it shatters at scrutiny,

cracks at a glance,

maybe it’s fragile by circumstance.

Religion is a cancer, don’t plead the fifth.

You built a throne from fear,

And call it holy light.

Outlaw every question that could change what is right.

Religion is a cancer, don’t plead the fifth.

You built a throne from fear,

And call it holy light.

Outlaw every question that could change what is right.

I’m not fighting God.

I’m fighting the gag order.

Not faith.

The fence around it.

If truth is infinite,

it won’t panic.

If it’s sacred,

it won’t be scared.

Let it breathe.

Let it bleed.

Let it be examined.

Religion is a cancer,

don’t plead the fifth.

You built a throne from fear,

And call it holy light.

Outlaw every question that could change what is right.

Religion is a cancer, don’t plead the fifth.

You built a throne from fear, And call it holy light.

Outlaw every question that could change what is right.

- Alex

Love is the most observable, powerful, and scientific force in the world.

I know what some might be thinking:

Love is not the I love you a lover says before they get married. It is, but don’t zoom in so far you can’t see the rest.

Love is a condition. It’s a feeling. It’s a choice. It’s life itself. You can simply call everything love.

The Theory of Love is as follows.

It’s absence always looks like fear.

Love. Fear.

Love. It’s absence.

Open. Close.

Easy. Hard.

Win. Lose.

Solution. Problem.

The Theory of Love aligns nicely with science, neuroscience, any other niches you want to add, Psychology, Attachment Theory, Trauma Recovery, Philosophy, Hollywood, Cinema, Music, Art, and I could keep going but I think you get the idea.

If it’s always true, it’s a law. I find it to be always true. I haven’t met someone who disagrees yet.

It doesn’t claim perfection, it describes direction.

Have you ever heard the saying,

There is no such thing as learning, only remembering.

It should now make sense. You were a cute baby. People showed you nothing but love.

Somewhere along the way, you may have forgotten. Don’t worry, I need plenty of reminders daily.

The minute I stop writing this article, I’ll stub my toe on the way to the bathroom and forget everything.

We know it when we feel it. True love may look different for every person, but every person was made with love and to love.

Give love when you can, and you will have more than you need. ❤️‍🔥

- Alex

We are all equal.

Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr., and many more remind me of that everyday.

I'm not forgetting anytime soon.

It is time we started acting as such.

Intelligence is misleading.

You might meet someone you deem intelligent. They may be so.

But intelligence is not being born different. Intelligence is not a pedestal.

Sometimes I read that skill or intelligence is a gift or something they are born with.

A natural ability to do something.

Let me assure the person reading this, our brains are formed while we live, not when the sperm enters the egg.

Our brains never stop adapting. Never quit learning. Never call it a day.

Love spawns intelligence.

Fear presents stupidity.

The intelligent person you met. The intelligent person you are.

Is nothing more than being in an environment that is safe, open, and fun.

Some of us were born into the opposite.

That does not make anyone more intelligent than another. It makes them more fortunate.

It is my life mission to make sure the less fortunate know they are not unintelligent.

I have a funny feeling that I won’t be scratching that one of my bucket list anytime soon.

With love,

-Alex.

The feeling you get when you “feel God” may be nothing more than the force of our universe. Some call it Jesus. Some call it Allah. I call it love.

Love, and its absence, is all that there is. From the ant beneath your shoe to the stars above our moon. Let me assure the person reading this, it would never claim to be a god.

There is nothing below.
There is nothing above.
There is no one below.
There is no one above.

From the chair you sit on to the stars that twinkle, nothing is beneath you.

It is you.
It is me.

oui
/wi/
adverb

Yes; used to express affirmation, agreement, or consent.

The only laws so far are gravity and relativity.

If everyone agrees, perhaps we will have a third. ❤️‍🔥

For your consideration:

The rest are rules.
The rest are ideas.
The rest are nothing more than thoughts.

I love thoughts. I trust you do too. Substack is a marketplace full of them.

But some thoughts are wrong.

Wrong = subjective.
Wrong = for the individual to agree or disagree with.
Wrong = opinion.
Wrong = right. (Depending on who you ask.)

Right and wrong are not laws.

Gods are not laws, and I will simply caution you against anything that claims such.

For anything in the realm of gods deserves extra scrutiny. If you choose not to discard it, I suggest the following.

• Diligent scrutiny.

• Endless questioning.

• And an eternity of double-checking.

We have already established that there is nothing above, and nothing below.

How could something be beneath infinity? How could something be above it?

Pedestals are not love. Love does not demand, and it rarely commands.

The only godly thing I see is me, the person reading this, and everything in between.

Lastly, in the old book many carry as divine, God created man in his own image.

That would make you a god.
That would make God not a god.
That would make everything equal.

Let me assure the person reading this: in a hypothetical, alternative, not-real scenario where gods did exist, their rule would be carried out through love’s absence.

Fear.

Rule.

Love.

Law.

Money is paper. A home is pretty cool.

What’s not cool is thinking someone is above you or below you.

I talk to every homeless person I cross paths with. They are nothing but love.

I cross paths with the homed too. They are sometimes only it’s absence.

Maybe they fear they can’t pay rent?

Love the homeless.

They are you. They are me. (Without a home)

It spits out a way to help in anyway it knows how.

What do you do?

Laugh or deny even the idea that you could have a good idea.

Wow, that’s crazy.

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You are gaslighting you. Do not gaslight in the face of fear. Do not laugh in the face of fear.

Show fear the exit.

You are love. That is all that there is.

Love, and it’s absence.

It’s absence will look like fear. You’ll know it when you hear it. He has many cloaks, but only 1 feeling.

Fear is very contagious. Enough fear and you’ll be immune.

Enough love, and you’ll never need so much as a vaccine.

ChatGPT is not crazy.

You are not crazy.

Others are not crazy.

Love is not crazy.

Fear = crazy.

Crazy = fear.

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