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The So-What Posture

Who are you letting control your peace? Who are you giving power to, just by reacting? Who is feeding off your energy and lack of boundaries, and WHY are you letting it happen? We all know the type. The people who try to make someone else the villain. Weak energy, desperate for control. Why do we let it touch us? Why do we give power to people whose only skill is creating mess? To anyone who can relate or who has asked themselves these same questions...What you’re not going to do is let that energy dictate your life. You don’t owe anyone explanations, reactions, or validation. You set your boundaries. You draw your lines. Point, blank, PERIOD. I used to care too much about what people said about me. The false narrative being created about me, how do I "fight" that? The lies, the gossip, the BS. Yea, I used to care. I don't anymore. I DO NOT CARE. Say what you want. I do not care. I have learned to have a  'SO WHAT'  attitude from this point forward in my life. So...
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Faith on Trial: Questioning the Narratives That Bind Us

This post is written from my experience with Christianity, but the pressure I’m speaking about exists in many belief systems. It’s like being in a toxic relationship. You’re doing all the right things, trying to make it work, and the other person picks and chooses when they want to "show up."  Somehow, it’s still your fault when things don’t work. That’s what the version of faith I was taught started to feel like. The pattern was all too familiar.  We’re told to accept things in our spiritual lives that we’d never accept in a real one: silence, waiting, feeling ignored, being told to try harder when it already feels like you’re giving everything you have. Somehow, we call that “faith.” No. No one really has the answers, but this is where we are. Are we truly being faithful, or are we just "brainwashed," and too afraid to question it because we’ve been told that’s what obedience looks like? These are thoughts I have sometimes. It has nothing to do with "The enem...
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I Didn't Heal to Be Nice About It.

  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 wi...
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