Lately, the words haven’t been flowing the way they usually do. I sit down to write something here, and it feels like my mind is too full, too chaotic to string a sentence together. Not for lack of thoughts—those never stop—but because life itself has been so overwhelming, so consuming, that I haven’t had the space to process it all, let alone put it into words.
Since the week before my birthday, everything has shifted. The energy around me has been intense—loud, relentless, demanding my attention. The Universe and my guardian angels aren’t being subtle; they’re screaming at me, sending signs and messages at every turn. And while I welcome the guidance, the clarity, the undeniable pull in a direction I know I’m meant to go, it hasn’t exactly made life feel any calmer. If anything, it’s been the opposite.
I’ve always said I thrive in chaos, and maybe that’s still true. But this season of my life is something different. It’s unexpected, unfiltered, raw. It’s breaking me open in ways I didn’t anticipate but somehow feel necessary. And maybe that’s why I’ve been struggling to write—because I’m still living it, still figuring it out, still in the thick of the storm.
The path ahead isn’t going to be easy. It’s not meant to be. But I know I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I know this is my fight, my journey, my purpose. And I also know that while I’ll walk beside those who need me, I won’t fight for a place I’m not meant to be. Love, connection, purpose—these things should never have to be begged for.
So, while the words may still come slowly, I know they will come. Because no matter how chaotic, no matter how overwhelming, this is a story worth telling. And when I find the words, I will tell it.
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π¨ Art Credit: Raven Shaolin Bluefeather
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