I’ve been reading my old journals lately. The pages smell like another lifetime — inked in longing, grief, and hope I didn’t yet know how to hold. The girl in my old journals loved hard, even when it hurt. She mistook intensity for intimacy and silence for rejection. She wrote about people who made her feel small, then apologized for wanting more. She said she loved herself, but I can tell she didn’t like herself. She admitted it. Her handwriting curls around insecurities she

The trick to manifesting and dreaming is aligning the subconscious vision with the tangible goal. It doesn’t matter how realistic or unrealistic the manifestation seems. If it’s clearly defined in your imagination, your subconscious will begin working toward it. Writing it. Affirming it. Speaking it. These acts invite you to walk the path, consciously and subconsciously weaving your desires into existence. When I want to take a trip, I talk about it with my therapist and my t

They call me angry, but really I’m just expressive. Direct. Liberated. Free. Most Black women in America’s anger is misunderstood....

I wasn’t always talked to with kindness growing up, and it hurt me very deeply. Sometimes I still hear those echoes: the tone, the way...