This Mother’s Day, I’m honoring two women who raised me in love, chaos, and courage. My grandmother Diane gave me stability. My mother Erica gave me fire. Together, they gave me everything I needed to survive, succeed, and heal.

I wasn’t healed—I was productive. I wasn’t happy—I was useful. For years, I tied my worth to how impressive I could be. But behind every achievement was a scared, high-functioning girl performing perfection just to feel safe. This is the story of how I mistook survival for success—and what happened when the performance stopped.

Money isn’t just currency to me—it’s safety, identity, and emotional control. I grew up fearing instability, and now I chase security like my life depends on it… because once, it did. This isn’t about greed. It’s about survival.

On May 23rd, 2023, my aunt Michelle shot herself. Three days later, we pulled the plug. This post is a tribute to her life, a reflection on the trauma she carried, and a raw exploration of the silence that surrounds stories like hers. She was so much more than how she left us—and I need you to know the full truth.

At first, OnlyFans felt like freedom. I was making money, building a brand, and living the lifestyle I thought I always wanted. But behind the filters and the flawless posts, I was unraveling. The pressure, the harassment, the constant demand to be perfect—it broke me. What started as a path to independence became a harsh lesson in exploitation, mental burnout, and the darker sides of male entitlement.

This post isn’t just about leaving OnlyFans—it’s about rediscovering myself, reclaiming my voice, and choosing purpose over performance.