For most of my life, I’ve had pieces of myself stolen, silenced, or hidden away. I’ve been told who I am, what I should be, and how I should fit into a world that never felt safe or welcoming. But now? Now, I am claiming my space. My voice. My story.
This is me.
Indigenously: Rooted in Strength and Survival
I come from a people who have endured, resisted, and survived. My identity as an Indigenous person isn’t just about heritage—it’s in my blood, my bones, and the way I walk through this world. It’s in the stories passed down, the teachings I hold close, and the undeniable truth that I exist despite centuries of attempts to erase us. I am here because my ancestors refused to disappear.
But being Indigenous also means carrying wounds that aren’t just mine. Intergenerational trauma is real, woven into my DNA as much as resilience is. I am unlearning the survival tactics that no longer serve me while honoring the strength that runs through my veins. I am reclaiming the parts of me that were stolen, reawakening what was meant to be mine all along.
As a Mom: Fierce, Protective, and Full of Love
Motherhood is where my heart beats the loudest. My children are my greatest loves, my deepest motivations, and the reason I fight so damn hard. I’ve worked tirelessly to give them a life free from the cycles that tried to consume me.
Being a mom means I stand between my children and the world’s cruelty, shielding them while teaching them to stand strong. It means breaking patterns, rewriting stories, and giving them what I never had. It means love—unshakable, immeasurable, unconditional love.
As a Writer: A Voice Unleashed
Writing has always been my sanctuary. When I couldn’t speak, I wrote. When I was unheard, my words found their way to the page. My Notes app is full of unsent messages—confessions, heartbreaks, unspoken truths—but here, in this space, I write what matters.
I started JustRealTea.com as a place for my thoughts, a space where I could pour out my reality without filters. But now, my words are evolving. My platform is shifting, growing. My voice is not just mine anymore—it carries the weight of truth, of advocacy, of a people who have been ignored for far too long. I am speaking for myself, for my community, and for the stories that deserve to be heard.
As a Survivor: Scarred but Unbroken
I have survived more than I care to list. Mental, emotional, financial, legal, and narcissistic abuse—I’ve endured them all. Some wounds still ache, some scars still burn, but I am still standing.
For too long, I let other people define me. Abusers, society, the expectations of others—I let them dictate my worth, my voice, my future. Not anymore. I am no longer just surviving; I am reclaiming, rebuilding, and refusing to let my past dictate my future.
As Someone Who is Healing: The Hardest and Most Important Work
Healing is messy. It’s not linear. It’s two steps forward, one step back, and some days, it’s just about existing. But I am doing the work. I am confronting what’s buried, sitting with the uncomfortable, and choosing to break cycles instead of continuing them.
I am in a constant battle with overthinking, with my trauma responses, with the deeply ingrained belief that I am somehow too much or not enough. But I refuse to let those thoughts win.
I am healing. I am growing. I am becoming the version of myself that was meant to exist before the world tried to tear me down.
Who I Am, In My Own Words
I am Indigenous. A mother. A writer. A survivor. A person who is working every day to unlearn the harm and embrace the love.
I am strong, even when I feel weak.
I am worthy, even when doubt creeps in.
I am here, and I am not going anywhere.
This is me. And I am just getting started.
🫰🥰🫖 𝒥ℛ𝒯
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