Its not you….
September 7, 2025
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I’ve slapped a smile across my face, And pretended I’m calm and full of grace. But I lied. Truth is Lately, I’ve felt overwhelmed, Like I’m steering a ship I’ve
I’ve slapped a smile across my face, And pretended I’m calm and full of grace. But I lied. Truth is Lately, I’ve felt overwhelmed, Like I’m steering a ship I’ve
Northern, Proud and Loud I’m raw, unfiltered, Northern, Proud and loud, Certainly not a bird made for silence or blending in with the crowd. My past’s been messy stitched with
Substance doesn’t wear a face, It finds its way through every space. Behind the desk, beneath the tie, It walks the halls we pass right by. A silent plague, a
I cried today But that’s ok You see my past caught me out I thought I’d moved on Always assuming I was strong Turns out I was wrong I went
“In a system full of degrees, diagnostics, and data, lived experience is often the most powerful tool in the room” Daevon Ealey. This blog isn’t just a call-out; it is
We’ve all had those moments when life nudges us to pause, breathe, and, yes, I will say it, “have a word with ourselves.” But self-enquiry doesn’t mean having all the
At some point, every empowered woman has to have a word with herself. A deep, honest conversation. Not the polite one. Not the surface-level pep talk. But the raw, necessary truth:
You don’t have to play along. Please don’t ask me my political views because I refuse to watch the news. I won’t be played like a fiddle in a game
I tried walking in your shoes for years, Assuming that we were the perfect fit. But over time, your shoes became a burden to bear, Tight and pinching with
What’s your story? I used to let others write my story But now I write my own I am a work of non-fiction. Filled with conviction The main protagonist