Death has been knocking at my door—
literally, and in that other way life does it…
When it doesn’t take a body, it takes an illusion.
Some days, I tried to outsmart it.
I deflected. I stayed busy. I spiritualized.
I did the whole “I’m unbothered” performance—
Meanwhile, my nervous system was backstage like,
“Girl… we are very bothered.”
But death—this kind of death—doesn’t always show up with sirens.
Sometimes it arrives as truth.
Sometimes it’s an ending that finally tells the truth
about what was never living in the first place.
And when it came, it did what it always does:
It made everything honest.
It cleared the room.
It turned the lights on.
It said, “No more guessing. No more maybes. No more pretending.”
Because let’s talk about it—
When family finally shows you their true colors,
it’s not even shocking.
It’s just… informative.
And I’ve reached the point where I can say goodbye without a speech.
If I can say goodbye to blood,
please believe I can say goodbye to you.
No petals. No negotiation.
Just a calm exit and a quiet blessing.
Even the tattoos proved it—
What you thought was forever can be a stain.
A mark. A memory. A lesson.
Not a lifetime contract.
Staying in the dark only makes the truth look bigger than it is.
In the dark, everything feels like a monster.
In the daylight, you realize…
“Oh. That’s just what it’s been the whole time.”
And this season?
This season has upgraded its game.
The tests are wearing perfume.
The betrayal comes with a hug.
The disrespect is wrapped in “I love you” and “I meant well.”
It’s giving a deluxe package.
It’s giving a premium subscription.
It’s giving, “Surprise! You’re graduating.”
And the wild part?
I’m taking it with pride.
Not pride like I’m hard.
Pride like I’m clear.
Pride like I’m still loving… but I’m not naïve.
Because there’s a love that rises in the aftermath—
a cleaner love.
A love with boundaries.
A love that doesn’t confuse access with belonging.
So yes—death knocked.
And I answered.
Not with fear.
With focus.
With humor.
With grace.
Because I’m not staying in the dark anymore.
I’m meeting life in the light—
and whoever can’t stand the brightness
can excuse themselves accordingly.
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