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I’m gonna say something a lot of people don’t wanna hear. Too many women be wearing “I don’t roll like that” like it’s some badge of honor, when really it just be sounding like a lack of boundaries wrapped up in fake maturity. I had a conversation today with another woman about situationships, exes, and boundaries. I asked her how she was cool being involved with a man who still had his ex in the background and never really made him choose or shut that door. Her response was,

Nobody really warns you about this part. Leaving the toxic relationship isn’t actually the hardest thing. It’s what happens  after. You think once you’re out, you’ll feel relief. Peace. A fresh start. Instead you feel confused. Someone is kind to you and you get suspicious. Someone is consistent and you wait for it to change. Someone treats you well and your brain immediately starts scanning for what’s wrong. Because toxic relationships don’t just hurt your heart. They change

I spent tonight deleting memories. Not just contacts. Not just screenshots. Not just photos. Memories. Years of them. I sat there scrolling through pictures of a version of me that looked happy. Smiling in restaurants. Going out constantly because that was a way of coping. Laughing in selfies. Celebrating birthdays. Standing next to someone I treated like he was everything. And that’s the strange part. Because I remember the truth behind almost every one of those pictures. I

Be honest. You tried to play it cool about Valentine’s Day this year right? You said it was just another date on the calendar. You stayed busy. You told everybody you didn’t care like that. …but you still looked at your phone a little more today. You still had one person on your mind. You still wondered what they were doing — and who they were doing it with. And here’s the part people don’t talk about: Some of y’all hurting today weren’t even in a relationship. No title.

Some people don’t have personalities — they have acts. They show up smiling, saying the right shit, mirroring emotions like it’s second nature. Not because they’re deep. Not because they care. But because they know how to work a room. That mask? It’s not accidental. It’s intentional. They wear it to stay liked. To stay wanted. To keep options open and hands clean. They’ll swear they’re honest while lying by omission. They’ll swear they’re healing while repeating the same bull

For a long time, I thought I was the problem. Over the years, ex-boyfriends have resurfaced with apologies and guilt — sometimes months later, sometimes years, sometimes decades later. I told myself it didn’t matter anymore. But the truth is, unanswered questions don’t disappear. They settle into your body. They shape your choices quietly. “What we don’t get closure on, we carry.” Recently, I reconnected with a boyfriend I had over 20 years ago — a relationship that marked me

There’s a moment when your body understands something before your heart is ready to accept it. For me, it wasn’t a dramatic breakup or a shocking revelation. It was nausea. A literal, physical sickness in my stomach. That’s when I knew: This wasn’t confusion anymore. This was clarity. Seven Years, No Ending Some connections don’t end because they’re meaningful. They don’t end because they’re familiar. I watched the same pattern repeat for seven years: breakups, reunions, chao

There’s an image I created that came straight out of my mind — a woman on her knees, swords in her back, surrounded by substances and the nightlife… collapsed at the base of a cross while the world behind her keeps laughing, drinking, and moving without noticing a thing. This picture isn’t “art.” It’s honesty. It’s not glamorous. It’s not aesthetic. It’s not the pretty version of healing people post about. It’s the part of the journey nobody wants to talk about. The part wher

Let’s get one thing straight: ghosting says more about them than it ever will about you. One minute he’s blowing up your phone with good morning texts, heart emojis, and flirty “where have you been all my life?” energy. The next? Crickets. Total radio silence. No explanation, no goodbye—just poof. And you’re left sitting there rereading old messages like, What just happened? Let me spare you the emotional gymnastics: you didn’t do anything wrong. Ghosting isn’t a reflection o

One of the hardest lessons in life is realizing that no matter how much we love someone, we cannot save them. We can support, encourage, guide, and hold space—but ultimately, the work of healing, changing, or choosing differently must come from within them. The Illusion of Control When we deeply care about someone who is struggling—whether with addictions, toxic cycles, or personal battles—it’s natural to want to step in and fix everything. We pour ourselves into being their

There’s always that  woman—the one who can’t let go of a man she’s already lost ages ago, so she inserts herself into every relationship he tries to build before and after her. Not because she still loves him, but because she can’t stomach the thought of being replaced. She stalks, interferes, and manipulates. She calls from fake numbers, fabricates wild stories, and cries about things she once weaponized. One moment she’s dragging his name through the dirt, labeling him abus

Some people have a talent for chaos—not the obvious kind, but the quiet kind that chips away at your peace, your confidence, and your sanity. They poke, prod, and provoke you until you finally react. And when you do? Suddenly you’re the problem. You’re the “crazy” one. You’re the one that needs help. Sound familiar? What they don’t show their friends or family is the part where they triggered you. The nights you bit your tongue. The countless times you chose peace over confro

There were so many times I knew. Not because of what someone said or did—but because of what I felt. A quiet knowing in my chest. A heaviness in my gut. A whisper that said, “Something’s off.” But I silenced it. Over and over again. Eventually, I realized I was abandoning myself to keep the peace. That voice inside me? It was never wrong—it was just inconvenient to what I wanted to believe. That’s when I began learning the true meaning of intuition—and why it’s one of the mos

Let’s Be Real: You’re Not in Love—You’re in Survival Mode What’s worse than someone breadcrumbing you? Pretending like those crumbs are a damn five-course meal. Acting full off scraps like you're not starving for real connection. Let’s just say it: you know it’s not right . You feel it in your chest—the tension, the anxiety, the cold silence between half-hearted texts. They toss you half-assed affection and call it love. You beg for clarity and they serve confusion on a silve

There was a time when I didn't recognize the emotional warfare I was living through. The silence, the sudden coldness, the way I was made to feel like I was the problem no matter what I did. I was stuck in a cycle: begging for answers, walking on eggshells, trying to earn love that kept slipping away. It wasn't until I stepped back that I realized these weren't just bad moments in a relationship ....they were manipulation tactics. This blog isn't just research - its real life