Welcome to Reflections Unfiltered.
This is where the filter comes off and the real stories begin.
In this space, I share the rawest parts of myself—essays, experiences, and unedited truths I don’t post anywhere else. These are the thoughts that live between survival and healing, between rage and resilience.
If you’ve ever felt too much, too loud, too broken, or too brave, you belong here.
Thank you for supporting this work. Let’s rewrite the narrative together.
A Letter to the Person Who Stole My Face
You didn’t just steal a photo. You stole my image, my autonomy, and the right to control my story. I hope the $9.99 was worth it—because you lit a fire under the wrong woman.
Why I Don’t Trust ‘Good Guys’ Anymore
This isn’t just about “nice guys.”
It’s about the men who perform empathy, hide behind politeness, and use their image to gain your trust—only to do quiet, calculated harm. This is what happens when you stop believing in the illusion of safety and start trusting your own patterns.
Healing Doesn’t Always Look Like Progress
Healing isn’t always a glow-up. Sometimes it’s a breakdown. This post is for the days when you feel stuck, numb, or like you’re doing everything right and still getting nowhere. I’m sharing the truth about what healing actually looks like—messy, nonlinear, and quiet as hell. If you’re deep in the in-between, this one’s for you.
If I Go, It’ll Be on My Terms: The Rage, Control, and Fear Behind My Suicidal Thoughts
This isn’t about wanting to die. It’s about wanting control in a world that’s tried to take it from me too many times. These thoughts don’t come from weakness—they come from fear, rage, and the deep knowing that if anything ever happened to me, I’d want to be the one who decided how it ended. Not him. Not the system. Me.