life update: i'm homeless... again.

i’ve been quiet as a mouse in my corner of the internet because this lil movie called my life? um, it needs to be pitched to tyler perry studios. neow.

every time i tell myself i’ll recommit to filling my cup and pouring into this substack, here comes some bullshit. & in this latest installment:

i’ve been displaced due to domestic violence since february, which has left me without my herbs (& second source of income), my fur baby, and the peace of knowing where i’ll lay my head every night.

i’m doing my best to create my own sense of calm in this season of chaos…but, baby, this shit ghetto and i’m beyond tired.

i’m also really working on being more gentle with myself and pouring back into me. if you know, i moved back in with my estranged parents last year against my better judgement and… yeah, some people (parents/elders) aren’t deserving of grace or pathways for reconciliation, and that’s okay! nasty work, but we move.

as fucked up as the situation is, it’s turning opportunities that once felt impossible into realities I can loosely visualize— and i hope to black jesus and him fiftyleven disciples that it’ll come with the exhale of a lifetime, rather than another shoe dropping.

the real challenge i find myself sitting with is whether i’m willing to take the leaps of faith that’ll lead me there. all that to say, it’s a lot of shit falling apart and back into place over here & i’ll more than likely be documenting wherever this journey takes me—in my own time, and at my own pace.

i’ll chat y’all up when i can!

Adanna