Black Self Wellth™
A sanctuary of words and aromas.
Rooted in memory,
regulation,
and return.
This is care that does not rush.
This is resistance that does not abandon the body.
We are remembering.
We are regulating.
We are reclaiming —
together.
We are not new —
only now named.
Self-love is a sacred act of regulation —
A ritual of return.
A remembering.
A rewriting.
Our oils and reflections hold our memory.
They steady the breath,
soften the body,
and offer space for our stories to return.
We scent. We write. We regulate.™
Through scent and story,
we remember who we have always been.
You are already within the ritual.
There is nothing you need to become.
Nothing you need to prove.
This is a place you may return to,
whenever you are ready —
or simply rest.
Affirmations have become loud.
They ask us to believe more,
try harder,
push through what is tired.
Here, words are not instructions.
They are companions.
Nothing here requires belief.
Nothing here asks effort.
You may take what settles.
You may leave what doesn’t.
You may rest.
reflections
offered gently
the laws beneath the laws
a reflection on the systems we inherit, the rules we never question, and the quiet harm we learn to survive. a remembering of the truths beneath the policies, the laws beneath the laws.
Subtraction Is Not Freedom
When you are surviving, subtraction is not freedom. It is loneliness. Survivors deserve to add—joy, care, peace. This reflection asks what solidarity looks like when love comes first.
Rest Is Our Ritual
Rest is not quiet or compliance. It is memory, refusal, and love. A ritual that restores us and prepares us to rise together.
We Are Not the Same
A reflection on power, identity, and harm inside justice-centered communities. For those of us who believe in truth, responsibility, and collective care—even when it’s hard.
Imagining a World Free from Gender-Based Violence
What if none of us were disposable? What if joy and care were power? A world free from gender-based violence begins here.
Survivor Is Not My Full Name
We’ve always made safety, even when the world called us unsafe. This is a remembering, a correction, a truth told from the center of lived experience.
Seen But Not Supported
A soft offering for anyone who has ever spoken their truth and been met with silence. This reflection is for those who are watched but not held, seen but not...
Solidarity Requires Surrender
Solidarity isn’t something we say — it’s something we surrender for.This reflection asks: What are we really willing to give up so survivors can rise? Comfort? Power? Even our roles?...
Questions We’re Not Supposed to Ask
A love letter to the questions we’re told not to ask—the ones that protect us, awaken us, and remind us we’re not alone. For every survivor who’s been made to...
When Asking Isn’t Care: A Story About Safety, Honesty, and Belonging
We often mistake questions for care. This reflection explores what happens when our truth is invited but not protected—and how we reclaim our voice, our safety, and our belonging.
Dreaming Big Isn’t Betrayal of Survival
We’ve survived so much. But dreaming isn’t betrayal—it’s redemption. A love letter to all of us reclaiming our souls and rising together.
We Were Always Leaders: How Black Brilliance Shaped the World
A sacred reflection on how Black brilliance has always led — in healing, business, culture, and community. We were never just labor or survival. We’ve always been the blueprint.
We Are the Miracles It Missed
A love that was never broken — only misnamed. A reflection on survival, softness, faith, and the miracles that came from it all.
Self-Love Is Power: Why It’s More Than a Trend — And What It Really Means
Self-love isn’t fluff—it’s strategy, survival, and spirit. This is a call to remember our worth, our rituals, and the healing we’ve always carried. Let this be your return to power....
Survival Is Not Liberation: A Manifesto for Black Leadership, Power, and Our Unapologetic Rise
We are not just survivors—we are leaders. This manifesto reclaims our truth, our brilliance, and our right to rise on our own terms.
Beyond Survival, Beyond Blame—We Can’t Heal What We Misname
We’ve always known how to heal. This reflection calls us back to that knowing—beyond blame, beyond binaries, and into our power.
Black Isn’t Just a Color: A Sacred Affirmation of Our Existence
A sacred reflection on Blackness, self-love, and abundance. This piece honors the truth that we are divine, worthy, and meant to thrive.