Raindom Thoughts

I remember the first time I felt it. Not sadness exactly. Something heavier. A dark cloud that didn’t hover above me, it moved inside me. Into my chest. Into my limbs. I woke up one morning and my body felt like it was made of something ancient and dense, like it had been carrying a weight for a thousand years without my permission. I remember lying there thinking, is this what depression feels like? And in that stillness, something unexpected happened. I didn’t panic. I didn

They borrowed our faces, our elders, our wisdom. And sold it back to us. Pay attention.

The world feels heavy right now. You don’t need anyone to tell you that. You can feel it in your body, in the way you wake up tired before the day even starts, in the way the news sits on your chest like something you can’t put down. But can I tell you something? Breathe. Not the kind of breathing that fixes everything. Just the kind that reminds your body that you are still here. Still rooted. Still held. There is an ancestor who knows you in the way the world will never kno

Your divinity is not something you earn. It is something you remember. Whatever your belief, morning is coming.