VibeCheck

(aka: When the Fire Didn’t Kill Me, It Crowned Me.)

 

There’s a point where the pain stops breaking you and starts remaking you.

You’ve begged, bled, been betrayed.

Abandoned by the ones who should’ve stood up.

Silenced by those who claimed to love you.

Targeted. Gaslit. Forgotten.

And still —

You rise.

Not polished.

Not perfect.

But ruthless in your clarity.

Holy in your rage.

And luminous in your return.

They thought your silence was weakness.

They thought your exile meant defeat.

But they didn’t know you were in the cocoon.

They didn’t realize your womb was a wellspring, not a wound.

That your heartbreak was an initiation — not a collapse.

“Through pain comes radical transformation.”

The kind that clears bloodlines.

That shakes land awake.

That makes the ancestors weep with joy because you broke the curse.

You are the one who returns to the gates and says:

“This land remembers me. This pain remade me. And now I lead”

~ LeiLaRein Grace