09/07/2025
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Healing isn’t always light and bliss.
Sometimes it’s war. Mud. Blood. Silence.
The ones who go the deepest into their healing…
are often the fiercest warriors I’ve ever met.
These last two years broke me open.
I’ve been hurt by people I loved.
People I thought were good—solid.
But when I spoke the truth as I saw it…
some cracked, some vanished,
some revealed who they really were.
I’ve had to walk away. I’ve had to block.
And sometimes… I’ve just been left.
But what I’m grateful for is this—
I never stopped speaking.
I never let the fear of being alone
take away my voice.
Solitude has become a sacred teacher.
It hurts.
But in that silence,
God speaks.
I’ve seen false healers play dress-up in medicine.
I’ve seen people preach sovereignty
while bound to ego, gain, and control.
Here’s what I know:
Sovereignty is the gateway to the Divine.
And if you’re not free in your own soul,
you’ll be caged by someone else’s illusion.
Truth has a cost.
Sometimes it’s exile.
But it’s worth everything.
If you’re losing people while honoring your truth—
you’re not broken.
You’re becoming.
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