Don’t Gaslight My Scars (TABIT)

When you excuse someone’s harmful behavior, you don’t erase the trauma, you deepen it. “Don’t Gaslight My Scars”confronts how families and society make pain more palatable by rewriting the truth, and how those justifications keep the wound alive long after the moment has passed.

True Accountability: Holding the Mirror Straight, not Angled. (TABIT)

Hey Loves! Come on in and take a load off, let’s unload this topic with a microscope, with care, but also with the level of audacity it needs. This week hit different, for me that is. You ever had a person you held close, that you genuinely cared for, loved, met them with vulnerability and … Continue reading True Accountability: Holding the Mirror Straight, not Angled. (TABIT) →

TABIT| Accountability Ain’t Attack: You Just ain’t used to Being Called Out, Love. ❤️

There’s a certain kind of silence that follows correction. A heavy pause. A shifted breath. A tension that wraps around the room like heat. Because the truth—when it ain’t been heard in a while—don’t always land soft. Let’s talk about it. Some of y’all think love means letting you run wild. Think loyalty means never … Continue reading TABIT| Accountability Ain’t Attack: You Just ain’t used to Being Called Out, Love. ❤️ →

TABIT: I Would’ve Shattered Sooner If I Didn’t Learn How to Mask

There’s a version of me the world got too comfortable with—The unbothered one. The strong one. The one who always had a comeback, a prayer, or a perfectly timed joke. But that wasn’t peace. That was performance. That was me learning how to mask my pain before it exposed me. I got really good at … Continue reading TABIT: I Would’ve Shattered Sooner If I Didn’t Learn How to Mask →

Black Girl Missing: The Reflection I Didn’t Know I Needed.

Aired on Lifetime in March 2025 First, let me say this: This isn’t a review. I’m not a film analyst. I don’t dissect camera angles or critique performances. But I am a member of the target audience. I’m a Black woman. A Black mother. A Black sister. A Black auntie. And once upon a time… … Continue reading Black Girl Missing: The Reflection I Didn’t Know I Needed. →

The Kind of Freedom They Don’t Talk About

They don’t always clap for this kind of freedom. Not the kind that’s wrapped in red, white, and blue. Not the kind that looks good in Instagram quotes. Not the kind you celebrate with fireworks and grilled ribs. I’m talking about the quiet kind of freedom. The kind you bleed into. The kind that costs … Continue reading The Kind of Freedom They Don’t Talk About →

TABIT: Lessons Pain Taught Me – When Betrayal Makes You The Villain

It’s funny how betrayal dresses itself up. You’re the one left bleeding, but somehow they call you the aggressor. The villain. The storm. They forget who kept the peace.They forget who stayed quiet while they crossed lines. The Battle Between Truth and Foggy Reality There’s a silent war that begins the second betrayal steps onto … Continue reading TABIT: Lessons Pain Taught Me – When Betrayal Makes You The Villain →

Talk About It Thursday: Lonely in a Room Full of People…The Ache Nobody Sees

Picture this. You’re sitting at a table. Laughter all around you. Clinking glasses. Stories being shared. Smiles stretching wide across faces. And you? You’re nodding. You’re smiling back. You’re there… but you’re not. Because inside, your heart feels like it’s folding in on itself. Like you could scream—and no one would hear it over the … Continue reading Talk About It Thursday: Lonely in a Room Full of People…The Ache Nobody Sees →

He Cried in Silence: The Mental Weight Men Carry

We don’t talk about men who cry in silence. Men who bury what breaks them. Men who are expected to be “strong” at all times—even when their world is caving in. We don’t talk about them enough. And honestly? We should. When Strength Becomes a Mask From the time they’re boys, men are told what … Continue reading He Cried in Silence: The Mental Weight Men Carry →

Grief: The Sucker Punch You Don’t See Coming

Grief doesn’t always scream—it often returns quietly, catching you off guard in moments of peace. In this heartfelt Talk About It Thursday post, Kae Jaye shares a raw encounter with unexpected grief and offers comfort for anyone navigating the quiet ache of loss.

When Help Looks Like Betrayal: The Guilt of Calling for the Ones You Love

There’s a specific kind of ache that comes from doing the right thing—and getting punished for it. I’ve been there. Too many times. The calls usually come late. Shaky voice on the other end. Tears. Silence. Then the words no one wants to hear: “I don’t want to live anymore.” And in that moment, you … Continue reading When Help Looks Like Betrayal: The Guilt of Calling for the Ones You Love →

Talk About It Thursday: Showing Up for YOU in the Loudest Silence.

There are moments when the world goes quiet— But not the kind of silence that soothes. I’m talking about that heavy silence… The one that echoes. That presses in from all sides. That makes you question if your presence even matters anymore. And in those moments, when no one’s clapping… No one’s checking in… When … Continue reading Talk About It Thursday: Showing Up for YOU in the Loudest Silence. →

Talk About It Thursday: Understanding the Unspoken: Mental Health Awareness

When it comes to mental health, it’s not always what’s said that reveals the struggle—it’s often what’s left unspoken. In a world where social media can make pain look poetic and curated smiles hide chaos, it’s crucial to ask ourselves: Are we really paying attention? Are we showing up in ways that matter? This Talk … Continue reading Talk About It Thursday: Understanding the Unspoken: Mental Health Awareness →

When Silence Breaks: The Side Of the Story YOU Could Change

Let’s stop pretending. Let’s stop acting like we don’t see it, hear it, feel it. There’s a conversation that needs to be had—and whether or not it makes folks uncomfortable, I’m dragging it to the table. Because what I’m about to say? It’s real. It’s heavy. And it could’ve cost me everything. We’ve got to … Continue reading When Silence Breaks: The Side Of the Story YOU Could Change →

I’m Her

When it comes to the pen, I’m definitely her. From bars to stanzas— They all concur. I don’t play with wordage, A wordsmith by nature— I finesse the verbiage, Cut with precision like a lyrical razor. I might trip over words when I speak on my feet, But pen to paper? I got the game … Continue reading I’m Her →