For years, I believed strength meant hustle, survival, and never showing weakness. Illness, therapy, and community have since taught me that true power lives in softness—rest, honesty, and allowing myself to be held. To every Black, queer woman who has been told strength is armor: softness is not your liability, it is your birthright.

Turning 36 invites reflection on what I’m carrying forward and what I’m leaving behind. From rest as resistance to honoring chronic illness and celebrating Black joy, these lessons ground my healing and growth. This is both a release and a recommitment to living with alignment, softness, and purpose.