Hi Wild Flowers,

My name is Jakayla Williams. I’m a storyteller. A soul-searcher. A woman who had to fight just to feel worthy in her own skin.

I started HERRSS because I needed something real. Something that didn’t feel filtered. Something deeper than surface-level self-love quotes and watered-down healing. I was tired of pretending I was okay. Tired of carrying pain I didn’t ask for. Tired of smiling while breaking. This space was born out of my own survival. Out of the nights I cried alone. Out of the days I hated my reflection. Out of the years I spent trying to be everything for everyone and nothing for myself.

HERRSS is for the girls like me.

The ones who grew up too fast. The ones who never got to feel safe. The ones who cover their wounds with pretty clothes and perfect captions. The ones who were told to stay quiet, stay strong, stay small.

This isn’t about surface-level healing. This is about ripping the bandages off and facing the raw truth underneath. This is about screaming into pillows and sitting in silence. It’s about the kind of soul work that leaves you undone before it makes you whole. And I’m not on the other side of this. I’m still becoming. Still unlearning. Still figuring out how to love the parts of me that used to make me flinch. Still learning how to rest without guilt. Still healing. This isn’t a brand I built because I had it all together. I built it because I didn’t. Because I needed something to believe in when I couldn’t believe in myself.

HERRSS is my offering. It’s for the girls who are trying to break cycles they never started. For the women who look in the mirror and don’t recognize who’s staring back. For the ones raising babies, holding down jobs, holding in tears. For the girls who were never told they were enough. This is not just a platform. It’s a place to fall apart and still be loved. A place to be messy and still be worthy. A place to be seen. Fully.

This is for the girls who are still becoming. This is for the wild ones. This is for the wounded ones. This is for the women who are ready to grow in the dark until they bloom in the light. This is HERRSS. Where wild flowers grow. Where healing is holy. Where becoming is ugly and beautiful. And where you never have to do it alone.