A raw recounting of the first places I broke… the silence, the secrets, the hands that stole my childhood, and the walls I had to build to survive it. This piece unpacks the kind of pain that grows with you, shapeshifts with you, and teaches you survival before you ever learn childhood.
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.
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
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
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 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.
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
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.
Let’s talk about it. Really talk about it. Everyone’s big on “mental health awareness” right now. The hashtags are flying, the tributes are pouring in, and folks are suddenly eager to hold space… because someone in the spotlight lost their life. And while the concern is valid, the timing often isn’t. Because where was all … Continue reading Before The End of a Life- A Real Talk PSA on Mental Health
Why are we so consumed in the daily antics of others who only thrive to devour our ambition? Why do we pollute our minds with such negative the thinking patterns about ourselves? It's time to change those thought patterns. Time to release our minds of the daily toxins that inhabits and overtakes our control system. … Continue reading Morning Ramblings
Good Morning Loves, I began my meditation challenge on Sunday evening. I want to make a log of the difference in my disposition and my over all feeling after morning/night meditation. Well, Sunday I tried something that was quite exhilarating. Like I've mentioned before, meditation and how you approach depends on the person. I was … Continue reading Meditation: Day 1
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