There came a time in my life where one challenge followed another — miscarriage after miscarriage, financial struggle after financial struggle, heartbreak after heartbreak. And every time, I went through it alone. I told myself, “Nobody needs to see me like this. Nobody can fix it anyway.”But the truth underneath that was fear — fear that if people saw me broken, they’d never see me as capable again. I kept praying, “Spirit, why is it that every time it’s my turn to

See, in my family, we learned early that softness could be dangerous — that tears didn’t fix bills, and vulnerability didn’t keep lights on. So we learned to swallow what we couldn’t say.We smiled through pain and called it strength. But the truth? The silence passed down isn’t sacred if it’s suffocating.

I spent my early womanhood in a tug-of-war with her. Weight I couldn’t explain, exhaustion I couldn’t fix, cycles that felt like betrayal. I thought I was doing everything right — eating “okay,” staying busy, keeping the smile, keeping the peace. But my body was keeping score the whole time. PCOS had been hiding behind every miscarriage, every surge of weight I couldn’t shed. And instead of listening, I did what most of us do — I pushed through, prayed harder, and punished my

Soultribe… you ever had a season hit you so hard it snatches your breath? Not just “life is lifing” hard. I’m talking embarrassment hard. Bruised ego hard. Exhaustion so deep your body is tired and your spirit is tired. And the emotions don’t even stay contained — they spill over onto the people you love, and now you’re frustrated because you didn’t mean to be short, distant, snappy, or numb… but you are. And what makes it worse?

Financial uncertainty can shake even the strongest among us. It triggers feelings of fear, instability, and doubt.

Overcoming fear and anxiety fear came the day I woke up and realized my life no longer felt familiar. Everything I thought I knew—about myself, my purpose, and the Divine—had been shattered. Life had hammered me with experiences that left me fearful, jaded, and disconnected. In my fear, I tried to create a reality I could control. But no amount of hiding or running kept me from facing the truth: I had to confront my pain and rebuild myself from the ground up.

As I listened, I discovered a new sense of worth, realizing I didn’t need anyone’s validation to feel whole. Giving myself permission

No one prepared me for life the way I thought it would be. I always assumed that the formula was simple: have a family, raise my children, work hard, and provide. But somewhere along the way, I encountered a series of spiritual tests that no one had warned me about. Tests that shook the foundation of everything I thought I knew.

As I witnessed my dreams falling apart, one painful revelation after another, I realized that the things I thought would make me happy were mere illusions. The possessions, the accolades, the outward symbols of success—they lost their value in my eyes. I was living to purchase things that ultimately didn't bring fulfillment.

It wasn't easy. Breaking free from the shackles of self-doubt and complacency required courage and resilience. But with each step forward, I

The realization hit me hard: I had internalized the belief that my voice didn't matter, that speaking up meant inviting conflict or

I stopped pretending I could do it all alone. I leaned on my SoulTribe, I prayed with my elders, and I reached out for tools that nourished