I’m so tired of the “strong Black woman” narrative being romanticized through pain. Why do we only get softness after we’ve endured? Why do we have to earn gentle love through surviving hell?

And I had to let them know, you can’t just come to Becoming Herrss. This ain’t no walk-in-the-door type of space. I prayed over this brand. I asked God to align Becoming Herrss with the right people, the ones who are ready. Ready to heal. Ready to unlearn

Lately, I feel like God been throwing tests back to back like, “Oh you healed? Bet. Let’s see how you handle this.” I’ve been pushed to the edge, tempted to snap, to beat a bitch up, to fall back into old habits. But I’ve changed… and that old version of me don’t live here no more. Still, I’m human. I feel it. The shift. The fear. The unknown. And I’m praying what’s coming is something good ‘cause I can’t take no more loss.