Day 18 done. 🦋 Today's assignment was small on paper — put one new thing in the space, something the old weight never let you do. Mine was posting without the armor on. I've been doing the polished version of me online for a while now. Right filter, right caption, sounding together even when I'm talking about not being together. Told myself that was professionalism. Really it was just armor. I am no longer shrinking! I posted the real one, voice crack and all. Didn't re-record it into something smoother. Nothing bad happened. A few people said it was the first time they felt like they actually knew me, not just my music. Turns out the armor wasn't protecting me from something real. It was protecting me from being known. And being known isn't the danger I made it out to be in my head. One new thing is enough. Didn't have to fill the whole space at once. I attached my rough draft of day 18. Your Story Isn't Over. 🦋 Thank you, Ravyn @Tiffany Gaines

Cancer free!!! Go back in 6 months to check fibrocystic issue causing

I guess he is saying I’m nice 🤣🤣🤣

For those who were following my storyboard I did in Artist Vault, Here is a small snippet of some of the video renders from “White Flag”… themed after Cleopatra and Mark Antony’s tragic love story 💔👑 History remembers the war… but they forget the love buried underneath it …

Hey Everyone, I had a set back in my personal life and it caused me to get a little behind but I am back on track now. I realized I forgot to post Day 17. I attached below. This week was heavier than Week 1, and I didn't expect that. Week 1 was telling the truth. Week 2 was actually putting stuff down, and it turns out those are two very different things. Day 8 I named the guilt I've been carrying about my kids and how long I stayed. Day 9 I forgave myself, not him, not anybody else, me. And I actually felt it this time, I didn't just write the words. Day 10 I caught the story I've been living in for years, that I caused it, that I was too much, that I was hard to love. None of it was ever true. It was just repeated to me so many times I stopped questioning it. Days 11 and 12 turned out to be the same fear wearing two different outfits. Who am I without this weight? Day 13 I wrote the goodbye, and that was the first day all week I used the word lighter. I can look in the mirror and smile at myself again. Day 14 I chose the new story on purpose. The biggest thing I'm walking out of this week with, letting go doesn't erase what happened. It just means I'm finally the one writing my story instead of living inside one somebody else wrote for me. If you're behind or stuck on any of these days, keep going. The heavy part is the part that works. Thank you, Ravyn