I used to write whole paragraphs defending why I felt what I felt.

I used to twist my tongue trying to translate my magic to people who had no business interpreting it. I’d second guess my “no,” over explain my joy, soften my edges to make other people comfortable.

And then one morning, I woke up, and I didn’t feel like defending anything.

Not my glow.

Not my silence.

Not my softness.

Not even my absence.

I stopped auditioning for understanding.

Because I realized silence isn’t passive it’s spiritual authority.

Here’s what they don’t tell you:

When you stop explaining yourself, people start projecting. They don’t get quieter , they get louder trying to fill the silence you left behind. Because they don’t understand how someone can just be… unapologetically.

They call you mysterious.

They call you cold.

They call you “too much” or “hard to read.”

But what they’re really saying is:

“I can’t figure out how she stopped needing me to validate her.”

And baby… that’s not your problem.

That’s your power.

Let them misread you.

Let them wonder.

Let them sit in the mystery of not having access to your inner monologue.

Because the moment you stop explaining yourself…

Your presence starts to preach for you.

And that’s where the real magic begins.

The Ritual of Reclamation

So light a candle.

Rub yourself down with your favorite lotions 

Validate the one you see in the mirror 

Because the moment you stop explaining yourself…

Your presence starts to speak for you.

 Isaiah 30:15 (NIV)

“In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength…”

This verse confirms:

My strength isn’t always in the volume of my voice. It’s in the vibration of my spirit. Sometimes I don’t need to respond, worry or stress. I need to rest, radiate, and let God handle the rest. I have to remember to slow down and realize: My life is already softening. Even when it’s stretching me.

There is power in my quiet.

I am most dangerous when I’m rested.

I am most divine when I’m still.

I don’t have to perform power , I exhale it.

My prayers are power

I don’t have to explain. I just have to be.

My silence is sacred

And my softness despite the barriers life throws my way? That’s divine.