Miami Mom Tosses 2 Year Old Baby In The Dumpster

A Miami mother stands accused of tossing her two-year-old daughter into a dumpster.

According to WTVJ, Catrice Sheffield, 28, was arrested Wednesday and charged with child abuse and resisting an officer without violence.

Witnesses saw Sheffield pacing near a dumpster outside of Plantation General Hospital, before tossing her child in and leaving.

Two medical assistants allegedly stopped the mother from getting away, and rescued the child, according to the news.

Accoriding to WTVJ, Sheffield was quoted as saying:

“Everyone is crazy and I did not throw my daughter in the dumpster. I put her in the dumpster.”

Sheffield is being held on $16,000 bond.

FEATURED POST: Depression Is Not Beautiful


Written by marjramos– I get sucked under the waves of varying ferocity with no sense of direction. I don’t want help and I refuse to get better. Every waking day, it occurs to me that I don’t want to leave. My damaged body fights a long battle against my mind, both telling me different things. 

My friends and family see the problem, but I don’t. I look at the endless empty boxes of takeout, or I clean up after purging, or bandage bleeding wounds, but I see this as normal – I’ve never known anything else. It eludes from the change I desire to have; I’m doing fine on my own, ain’t I?

I hit a solid wall when I try to get a clear understanding of anything, so I stop trying. I am reminded daily of my flaws, reciting them to myself under my breath, hiding the words with half-hearted laughs. I’m nothing but a piece of crap and my life is a big joke. My skin is sliced open. Razor blades are bloody. There are band aids in the trash by the sink of the cold, lonely bathroom.

I must take a step back and inspect the damage. I sift through what remains of my life, never seeing the broken shards of the sanity I once had and not knowing I need to put them back together to form what it had been once before. Deep down, I know, there will always be lines to remind me of the fractures where I shakily repaired myself, so why bother?

I am forced to get some help and I am grateful for this. No longer do I hide away, make excuses, and cover my scars with long sleeves. I feel connected to the outside world for the first time in a very long time and it is an extremely liberating feeling.

I laugh, I cry, I make memories, and I finally enjoy life. I am no longer alone, hopeless, scared, or misunderstood. Every encounter is a small touch of warmth that never leaves, only burns brighter and brighter until I shine with a light I’ve never known. I want to cry, but out of happiness instead of sadness.

In a moment of clarity, I realize how alike I am to a flower. I grow in beauty, wither in sickness, and am carried by the seeds I left behind. This is my life. 

This post was originally featured on Thought Catalog 


Mom Claiming To Be Possessed By The Devil Throws Her Baby Out NY Apartment Window


A 27-year-old woman lost her marbles and did the unthinkable when she allegedly threw her baby girl from a sixth-floor apartment window. Tenisha Fearon claimed the devil had gotten a hold of her following her arrest for the horrific incident. 

Per The Gothamist:

A 6-month-old infant died yesterday after her emotionally disturbed mother allegedly threw her out of the window of their apartment in the Bronx. Louella Hatch, godmother of suspect Tenisha Fearon, told the News that Fearon was ranting to cops that “the devil is in her,” as she was being taken away.

Fearon, 27, was arrested after she allegedly dangled and then dropped Junilah Lawrence out of the window of their sixth-floor apartment on Tiebout Avenue, near 181st Street, around 1:30 p.m. Thursday. Neighbor Lizette Rodriguez told the Times that Fearon, who was naked at the time, screamed, “Hallelujah, praise God, we’re all going to die,” before dropping the girl. “She was arguing with herself,” she added.

Next-door neighbor Gregorio Lopez added that after throwing the baby out the window, Fearon lay on the floor of her apartment surrounded by her other three children, aged 10, 8 and 4. They were all naked and lying on their backs as well. “I actually thought that they weren’t alive when I saw them lying on the floor naked,” Lopez said. But then Fearson “jumped up and started hitting the window,” he said. “That’s when I started calling for more help because I thought she might throw more [kids] out.”

Source | Bossip 

Is Our Society Manufacturing Depressed People?

An Epidemic of Depression 

Our society is in the throes of a virtual epidemic of depression. 
The numbers are quite staggering. More than twenty percent of the American population will experience at least one episode of what we refer to as clinical depression. We need to look deeper into this phenomenon to understand it and overcome it. My contention is, firstly, that our cultural values and memes induce us to live in ways that are, indeed, depressing. Secondly, much of what we refer to as clinical depression is inaccurate. Most depression is situational. The symptoms of depression are often due to depressing circumstances, not disease. In other words, under certain circumstances, it makes sense to be depressed.

Have We Lost Our Way?
Many of us live dulled lives, somewhat robotic in nature and devoid of deeper meaning and purpose. Our lives, often become visionless and passionless. We live in an intensely competitive culture that rewards achievement and success. Our identity and esteem become reflections of these external markers of achievement. Our pursuit of happinessand well-being become terribly misdirected. The demands of our intensely and neurotically driven culture strain our emotional and psychological balance well beyond its comfortable balance. The cultural paradigm in which we live leaves us disconnected, disenchanted and isolated. When this occurs, we tend to honor and seek material acquisitions at the cost of devoting ourselves to intimate and loving relationships—with others and ourselves.

Read more of this article on Free Speech 21st Century.