TaheerahA

I’ve heard from some of you that these chapters feel heavy. And they are. Because being “the strong one,” the “fun one,” or “the quiet one” can feel like a silent kind of grief.
          	
          	But I didn’t write this to depress you. I wrote it to hold up a mirror. To let the women who feel invisible, tired, or quietly unraveling know they’re not alone.
          	
          	The light is coming. But first—I had to show the weight of what’s carried in silence.
          	
          	If you’re still reading… thank you for sitting in that space with these women. With me.
          	You’re seen. You’re felt. And you’re not forgotten.

TaheerahA

I’ve heard from some of you that these chapters feel heavy. And they are. Because being “the strong one,” the “fun one,” or “the quiet one” can feel like a silent kind of grief.
          
          But I didn’t write this to depress you. I wrote it to hold up a mirror. To let the women who feel invisible, tired, or quietly unraveling know they’re not alone.
          
          The light is coming. But first—I had to show the weight of what’s carried in silence.
          
          If you’re still reading… thank you for sitting in that space with these women. With me.
          You’re seen. You’re felt. And you’re not forgotten.

TaheerahA

Chapter 3 is up!
          I just want to give Roslyn the biggest hug .
          She’s the quiet one—but quiet doesn’t mean empty. It means observant. Guarded. Heavy with everything she hasn’t said.
          
          If you’ve ever felt invisible in a room full of people you love… this one might be for you.
          
          I see you ❤️