Five years ago, I built a sanctuary with my own two gifted hands. Not for show. Not for validation. For me. A space where I can post my thoughts, my dreams, my research, my heartbreaks, my breakthroughs—my truth. This website is my mirror & my megaphone. It’s my diary & my declaration. Today, I honor it. I honor me.

Because the black sheep? She grew up. She glowed up. She built her own world & crowned herself. Not for applause, but for moving forward when they wanted me stuck.
Let’s talk about them for a second. The ones who suddenly found their way to my post about religion—not because they support me, but because they’re triggered by my freedom. Obsessed, lurking, & trying to spiritually gaslight me like they were “led” to my page by the spirit.

When I didn’t bow to their doctrine or bend to their beliefs, the mask came off. “I hope the devil loosens his grip on you,” they said. Nah—what you’re really mad at is that I’m free, & you’re not.
You’re pissed because I left the cage. Now, I’m flying higher than you ever imagined I could. You’re pressed because I don’t need your permission to exist. You say you’re worried about my soul—but you don’t even tend to your own. That’s where the real issue lies.
Let’s be real—why is it always the big back, loud-mouth, insecure folks with the most to say about how I’m living my life? Why do narcissistic bullies think I’m someone they can test? Because I’m kind? Because I don’t clap back the way I could? Let me be clear: my kindness is not a weakness. It’s a choice. A strength. A crown.

To anyone who tries to dim me—thank you. You help me build the fire that lights up every word on this site. You make this anniversary even sweeter. I’m not just surviving—I’m thriving. I don’t care what you think of me. I care about what I think of me. And baby, I’m obsessed.
I am the writer, the visionary, the one who got away & created her own lane. I am the GOAT. I earned it. I live it.

And while you’re watching me, trying to figure me out—I’m living, loving, posting, & glowing in real time.

