Let’s skip the sugar coating. I didn’t wake up one morning after a long night of partying and suddenly find myself enlightened, empowered, and draped in divine feminine energy. I crawled, clawed, and burned my way out of the wreckage of toxic relationships, patriarchal conditioning, and the kind of soul-crushing self-doubt that makes you question if freedom is even real.

I know what it feels like to be trapped—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. To shrink yourself down so small that you barely exist, just to keep the peace. To lose yourself in the chaos of someone else’s narcissistic storm, forgetting that you were ever a force of nature in your own right. But here’s the thing about women like us: we don’t stay broken for long. We rise. The healing may not always be pretty- but we damn sure are.