This Healing Don't Whisper.

  “What Is a Hater?” — A Quick Reality Check A hater is apparently anyone who: Has their OWN mind. Doesn’t follow the hype Has taste, standards, and God forbid, an opinion. Isn’t brainwashed by hype. Sees the bigger picture and doesn’t bow down to the Opps. Doesn't sound like a hater to me, but ok... At this point, people use “hater” to shut down anything they don’t want to hear. It’s not even about being right anymore; it’s about refusing to be mature about the fact that people are allowed to think differently. You mean to tell me someone says, “I’m not impressed,” and y’all fall out like it’s a personal attack? You don’t address the point. You don’t consider the perspective. You just get triggered and go straight to “you’re a hater,” “you’re jealous,” and whatever else y’all recycle online and in person. The way y’all scream “hater” over opinions... is absurd. It’s not that deep; they just don’t like whatever the matter is at the moment. Breathe. That's life. It's going ...

  I was having a terrible day. I was in a quiet mental spiral that day. I didn't want to respond to the dismissive energy that lured above me. I did as that energy reminded me how disappointment just keeps rotating in my atmosphere. And my father responded, “Well you haven’t been like this." Uhhhh, wrong answer sir. I have been like this. You would actually have to be willing to "see" me to know that I have been like this for years. I just happen to find the sense to keep pushing.  And that’s when it hit me again, how easy it is for people to overlook your pain just because you’ve gotten good at hiding it. I told him: No one cares, so I don’t speak on not being okay. I’ve had to teach myself to push through, to be “strong” because the support I needed never showed up. And still, people are shocked when I falter. The truth is, I’ve been unraveling silently. I thought I was making progress with my self-healing journey, and I have, but I am still human and those trigger...

I did what society told me to do.  Went to school. Got the degrees. Did the work. Not once. Not twice. I’ve reinvented myself more times than I can count. I followed the script, so why hasn’t the reward shown up? People are passing the bar. Getting into Med school. Making six figures in fields that made room for them. Good for them. That’s their journey. But why is mine always barricaded? I chose media because it’s been part of me for as long as I can remember. Sure, I’ve explored other interests, but why should I walk away from what’s deeply rooted in my soul? I’ve put in the work, reaching out to people locally, connecting with professionals in different areas, even traveling to Baltimore to meet with a news anchor, all while exploring various opportunities within the media world. So why the wall? Why does it feel like no matter how much I push, the world isn’t opening up? Why is my choice not as accessible? Don’t tell me “my time will come” and then in the same breath say “li...

Why is it that when someone talks with a little more energy or edge, people start acting like it’s a problem ? Like something’s wrong with you just because you don’t sound soft or flat.  What annoys me most is how people act like we’re all supposed to react or sound the same. Same words, same tone of voice, etc. Last time I checked, we were made DIFFERENT  on purpose .  People aren’t supposed to be carbon copies. We process differently. We cry differently, laugh different, feel different, and react differently. It’s time we stopped treating differences like a problem that needs to be fixed. You don’t get to define my volume just because you're flavorless. Some of us were made with fire in our voice.  I’ve spent too much time being misunderstood. Not because I wasn’t clear, but people can be so closed-minded. My voice carries. My reactions are strong. My presence doesn’t sit in the corner waiting to be invited. I’m not loud—I’m expressive. I’m not dramatic—I’m aw...

  Look. Healing isn’t some quiet, soft, Zen thing for me. If you’re waiting for me to meditate through everything, Nope . It doesn't work like that for me. Healing for me meant becoming the badass I always knew I was deep down. Badass in the sense that I finally say what I feel. I stand on it. I trust it. Healing for me was about finding calm when I needed it, but also being the storm when I had to be. It wasn’t about becoming soft. It was about finally choosing peace for myself, no matter how I had to show up. Now, I demand peace on my own terms, and yeah—it’s not always pretty. For the longest time, I tried to be the one who kept things cool, kept everyone happy, kept things quiet. But that wasn't peace. That was survival. I didn’t come this far just to keep surviving. Healing made me stand my ground, speak my truth, and refuse to take shit from anyone. I’m not here to be nice. I’m not here to tiptoe around people’s feelings. I’m here to exist fully, unapologetically, and ...