UNSTOPPABLE

There was a time I doubted myself.

He made me question everything — my voice, my spirit, my worth. Was I too different? Too difficult? Was I supposed to fold myself small just to fit into his idea of love?

Somewhere between endurance and perseverance — virtues I had worn like armor — I lost sight of myself.

I let someone else’s vision blur my own.

Why?

Because society taught me that as a woman, I must endure.

Because two people signed a piece of paper and called it a union, while underneath, I was unraveling.

Some days, I caught glimpses of the real me — radiant, undisturbed, unstoppable. But all it took was his presence, his endless, dead-end conversations, to dim my light.

He wasn’t speaking to me.

He was speaking at me — demanding I abandon my beliefs, my values, my soul, to mirror his.

I tried to surrender — to God, to peace — but the cost of betraying myself was too high.

The knot in my throat would travel to my gut, crash through my immune system, and leave me hollow.

How do you talk to someone who has already decided what you should say?

You don’t.

You lose yourself.

And I almost did.

Almost.

But here’s the thing about almost losing yourself: when you find your way back, you come back blazing.

I rise.

The Lights are on — all of them — and no one will ever have the power to dim them again.

This is my lane. I choose who walks with me. I choose how brightly I shine. I choose me.

If he had truly known me, he would have known:

You cannot imprison a soul that was born to soar.

And now?

I am soaring