For the girl learning how to heal without hardening. 

Today I decided to give myself some grace. I get so in my head about completing all my assignments on Sundays — the very last day to turn them in. But today I reminded myself that I work two jobs and carry motherhood all week long and alone at that. Rest is needed. My mental health deserves care too. So if the work gets done on Sunday and it's completed on time? That's a win. Take it, sis. We did that! Living in my truth — respectfully. —NTBG

You ever have a moment where you realize you crushed some sh*t — quietly? Built a new life in silence. Passed a test you were sure you'd fail and didn't tell a soul. Bought the car you desperately needed. Let go of a toxic situation you'd been holding on to for years. No announcement. No validation tour. Just movement. That era right there... I think I'm in that. Quiet resilience, unapologetically. Evolving in real time. —NTBG

I knew I healed when I chose peace over revenge. Distance over disrespect. Loneliness over pleasure. And emptiness over pain. There was a time in my life when I believed there wasn't a man on earth who could hurt me without me giving it back tenfold. I wore that like armor. But this time I did something different. I stepped back. And in that space, life handled what I never needed to. Far better than I ever could. What healed me wasn't winning arguments or proving points. It

When this year started, something in me knew it was a rebirth Year. I kept seeing my birthday every time I glanced at the clock — like a quiet reminder that I was stepping into myself again. And everything in me kept saying the same thing: let it go. The stress. The dead weight. The doubts. The fear. The trauma. The sad spaces. Even the version of home that no longer fit. Free yourself. Start new. And here we are — in the new. What I know now is this: rebirth didn't come from