Over the past weeks, I've been sharing pieces of my healing journey on a few of my social media platforms. I decided to be open about what I've made it through. Of course this is my side of my story, and everyone is entitled and welcomed to share their truth and role in my life story online, to others, and how ever they see fit. 

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 I am not hiding my face behind my face when I say this: “I’m a lover girl in her 30s.”

I used to feel like I had to tone that part of me down. I felt that being soft, romantic, or openly desiring love made me seem naïve after all the heartbreak I have encountered. Society often tells us to be cautious, guarded and remain with a plan while strategizing. 

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Whew. One and a half million views in 30 days. No get rich quick schemes, pranks, no dancing to go-viral audios or no embarrassing my kids for views. Just raw, real, unfiltered posts. Can I say something too? I’m proud of myself.

Let’s talk about what happened last weekend. This was on Good Friday night too. I had to take a minute to regroup mentally after this because some folks play for a reaction from you. When they do not get the reaction, they start questioning their own intentions from the jump.

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