Shea Johnson has mastered the art of capturing other people’s moments, joy, grief, love, without ever slowing down long enough to tend to her own. Set in a small town heavy with history and unspoken weight, Capturing Shea begins before the romance, before the disruption, right where the stillness lives.
Everything comes full circle in this chapter. Old wounds resurface, silence breaks, and the truth—raw and unfiltered—finally walks into the room. What happens when the past you buried shows up wearing your father’s face?
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)
Earth couldn’t contain a love yet to bloom,So it made perfect sense that Heaven made room.We burned through the rules, tore down the disguise,Spoke in a language that lived in our eyes. Every touch was defiance, each word a spark,A wildfire blazing through the bones of the dark.The world tried to name us, tried to … Continue reading The Sky Kept Our Secrets
I didn’t know I was breaking… Until I broke. My heart didn’t just crack—it dismantled. And truth be told, the reconstruction still looks like a demolition site. I didn’t know breaking meant being mentally bagged, emotionally bruised, and physically exhausted by the weight of people who kept reaching while I kept giving. I didn’t know … Continue reading I Didn’t Know I Was Breaking Until…
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. ❤️
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
She stared at the screen like it might change if she blinked hard enough. Paige’s voice sounded like it came from underwater. Everything around her muffled—except her pulse. Loud. Unforgiving. Ruthless. “SERENITY!” Paige yelled to snap her friend out of this trans she seemed to be in. She walked toward her, almost in a walk-run … Continue reading Serenity’s Bliss (Part 6)
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
This week was heavy. And not just because of one thing—everything felt like too much. People see the smile. They hear the laugh. And they assume I’m okay. Strong. Unshaken. Unbothered. But the truth? No one ever stops to ask if the strong one is even holding on. They don’t ask if I’ve cried more … Continue reading The Weight No One Sees
The paramedics cleared Paige, stating she had experienced a panic attack. Once the paramedics exited the shed, Serenity gave Paige a look of concern. Paige lowered her head, " I don't want to go through this again Serenity. I fought extremely hard to rebuild myself after him." Paige poured her heart to her bestie without … Continue reading Serenity’s Bliss pt.4
Journal Reflection: “The Grace I Give” I give grace because I know what it feels like to be overwhelmed, to carry more than I can explain, to be in a space where words won’t come but feelings won’t rest. I’ve made room for people to process, to stumble, to be unsure—because I don’t love conditionally. … Continue reading The Grace I Give
While society hypes the glamour, The glitz, and all that mundane Shit.. Here I sit with the most simplistic wish. Praying that you’d make it my gift. I won’t fawn over red roses, It’s never really been my gist. Nor will I care if violets are blue. I’d simply love to receive you! Raw, uncut … Continue reading Dear Valentine
Couldn't have dreamed of a better scenario, A better specimen to have created such a show. An exchange of energy so pure and high vibrational, That nothing about it presented itself as conditional. Any other time, I would have stayed in my lane, But you... you created a moment that initiated a main change. A … Continue reading Moment
Dear 2024,You have been a whirlwind, haven’t you? You stormed in with chaos, leaving no corner of my life untouched. It felt like an unrelenting spiral at times—blow after blow, heartbreak after heartbreak. Yet, as I stand here reflecting on this year, I cannot help but acknowledge the depth of your lessons. You tested me, … Continue reading My Letter to 2024
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