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.
Peace is fragile when secrets are starving. This chapter sits at the intersection of restraint and rupture , where control slips, loyalty is questioned, and the weight of unfinished business presses in from every direction. Some calls don’t reconnect people. They reopen everything.
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.
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?
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.
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)
Syn drove her Camaro like she was auditioning for Nascar. Serenity gazed out of the window, tears spilling freely down her face. Her phone buzzed- him. Just like the first night they met,his timing was right on cue. Bentley: Hey there gorgeous.Been a few, hope I didn’t do anything to run you off, lets hangout … Continue reading Serenity’s Bliss (Part 8)
I wanna write you…but truth is—I damn near wanna fight you. Wanna scream your name so the whole block hears it,then block you so I ain’t gotta see you. I got a million words sitting on my chest,but every time I let ‘em loose,I regret it.So I choke ‘em back.Silence.Hell—what’s one more day? But then … Continue reading Love & Rage
I didn’t need the monitors to tell me.The room changed before the numbers did—the air grew still,like the walls themselves were holding their breath. Her chest rose once more,then not again.Her head tilted to the left,and in that single, final motion,something inside me split in ways I can’t name. It wasn’t just the sound of … Continue reading The Silence of Deaths Echo
The moon leaned in like a thief,jealous of the heat spilling through my skull—a fever-dream of youpinning me to the kind of silencethat moans louder than sound. Your breath—hot, reckless—pouring sin straight down my spine.My name breaking in your mouthlike glass under bare feet.Fingers dragging the edge of pleasureuntil it bled into worship. It was … Continue reading When The Moon Looked Away
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 left a piece of myself in your hands— Not a whisper of flesh, But the softest part of me. The part that still believed. The part that didn’t flinch when love called. I handed it over Wrapped in silent hope, Thinking you’d cradle it, Not crush it Between your indecision and somebody else’s body. … Continue reading I Left a Piece of Myself In..
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. ❤️
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
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