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She wakes up before the sun remembers to rise, braids one child’s hair while packing the
other’s lunch, answering work emails with one hand and flipping pancakes with the other. She is
cape-less but heroic, stitched together with stress, resilience, and caffeine. The modern single
mom—a force of nature with no backup. …

My name is Shayla, and this blog is where I lay my truths down like bricks—messy, cracked, but
sacred. This is the space where I peel back the layers. Where survival becomes art. Where
healing doesn’t have to be linear or pretty. Just real.
I’m a Black woman in my forties.
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They say clarity is supposed to feel like light breaking through.
But when I got my diagnosis—Bipolar II—it didn’t feel like light.
It felt like being named after a storm I’d already been surviving.
Suddenly, there was a label for the late-night chaos, the wild-eyed ambition, the 4am cleaning
sprees, the …

They told me I was too dark.
Too Black to be beautiful.
Too bold for softness.
Too much melanin for the spotlight, but just enough to be made invisible.
I was a child when I learned that Black had shades of acceptance.
That light skin was praised, admired, protected.
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I. Fatima – The Ancestor’s Voice (1800s)
The wind at the ridge carried voices, even after the people were long gone.
Fatima stood there once—barefoot and battered, holding her breath in a world not built for her.
She had tasted exile and called it survival. Her body remembered the sting of chains, …