Queen Energy Only

There comes a point where you stop begging for tables and start building your own throne. Where you stop explaining your worth and simply embody it.

For me, that’s Queen Energy:

✨ Protecting my peace.

✨ Knowing my value.

✨ Setting boundaries like royalty.

✨ Loving myself out loud.

And once you step into that energy, you can’t go back. 👑

💬 Your Turn:

What’s your mantra when you need to tap into your queen energy? Share it below — because your words might crown someone else. 🔥

XOXO

BSTORM

Life can be unpredictable, messy, and beautiful-but there are a few truths I carry no matter what.

1. Healing takes time, and that’s okay.
2. Love should feel like peace, not chaos.
3. Protecting your energy is not selfish, it’s survival.
4. Laughter is medicine.
5. I am stronger than the storm I survived.

These are my constants. My anchors. My reminders that even when life shifts, I know who I am and what matters most.

BSTORM✌🏽

For too long, I shrank myself to fit in. I apologized for being “too much.” I softened my edges, hid my voice, questioned my worth.

Not anymore.

Now, I celebrate the quirks, the flaws, the lessons, the scars. I own the fire and the softness. I know who I am — and I’m done saying sorry for it.

Because the truth is: when you stop apologizing for existing, you finally start living.

💬 Your Turn

Fill in the blank with me:

“One thing I’ll never apologize for again is ____.”

Say it loud. Say it proud. This is your safe space. 👑✨

I used to think joy only lived in big moments-milestones, wins, surprises. But lately, I’ve learned it’s the little things that hold me steady.

💯My time with God

☕️The first sip of coffee in the morning

🎶 A song that makes me dance in my car

🌈 a quiet moment of peace after the noise

❤️ A laugh shared with someone who just gets me.

Life is heavy sometimes. But these small joys, they carry me. they remind me that happiness isn’t something you chase-it’s something that you notice.

💬 Your Turn

What’s one small joy that carries you right now?

Drop it in the comments-because sharing joy multiplies it✨

The Kind of Love That Changed Everything

Sometimes love doesn’t come crashing in like lightening. Sometimes, it feels like breathing-natural, grounding, steady. For me, that love looks like E.A.S.Y.

E-Enduring: It’s the kind of love that lasts, not because it’s perfect, but because it chooses to stay. Through storms. Through silence. Through the unknown.

A-Affirming: It reminds me who I am, even when I forget. It lifts, encourages, and sees the good I sometimes overlook in myself.

S- Steady: Not flashy, not fleeting-but constantly. A heartbeat I can lean on. A safe place I don’t have to question.

Y-Yours: Because in the end, that’s what love truly is. A belonging. A gift. A promise, I’m yours and you’re mine.

💌Dedication

I call him “Easy” because what his love feels like-simple, strong, and safe.

This one’s for you, my rainbow after the storm 🌈❤️

I used to think I needed a plan, a map. A guarantee that if I took one step, the next one would be safe. But life doesn’t work like that. It throws storms when you’re expecting sunshine and it sends rainbows when you’ve stopped looking for color. The truth is… Some of the best things in my life happened when I didn’t know what was next. I didn’t know how I’d heal after my divorce-but I did. I didn’t know I’d fall in love again-but I did. I didn’t know marriage could feel like home-but it does.

The unknown used to scare me. Now? It feels like a wide-open sky, full of places I haven’t been yet. So here’s to walking forward without needing all the answers. To trusting that the next chapter might be better than the one you planned. To leaving space for miracles.

💬Let’s Talk

What’s one beautiful thing in your life you never saw coming?

How do you handle seasons where you can’t see the next step?

Drop it below. this is a safe space for the real, the raw and the hopeful🤍

David didn’t submit a resume , but God told Samuel about him. May God mention you to someone who will take you to the next level🙏🏽

A Letter to the Woman I Used to Be

I used to think love was fireworks. A rush, a thrill, a constant state of butterflies that never faded. I thought love meant never disagreeing, never needing space, always saying “yes” even when I meant “no”. I thought the stronger I loved, the more I should sacrifice. But I was wrong. Or rather… I just didn’t know better yet.

💡Here’s What I Know Now

Love is quiet sometimes. It’s not loud gestures-it’s consistency. It’s not perfect-It’s present. It holds you even when you’re hard to hold. Love is my now-husband loving me through the pieces-not just the polished ones. It’s unconditional. It’s calm. It doesn’t pull me away from myself-it brings me back home.

And I’ve learned that real love doesn’t just show up in romance. It starts with you-with the moment you stop shrinking and start standing fully in your truth.

💬Your Turn: Let’s Talk About It

Finish this sentence:

“I used to think love was _, but now I know it’s _.”

Drop yours in the comments. This space is open, real and safe-just like love should be❤️

Love, Yours Truly BSTORM

My story of Breaking, Healing, and Loving with My Whole Heart

I used to think divorce meant failure, like I’d wrecked the fairytale I was supposed to protect. But it turns out, walking away wasn’t the end of my story. It was the beginning of me. What helped me heal wasn’t a quick fix, it was space and time. I stopped trying to prove I was okay. I got quiet. I took time for myself. And in that space, I found her again/ME. The REAL ME. Not the version wrapped in someone else’s expectations. And then when I wasn’t looking love found me again. Not the sweeping off my feet kind. The stay kind. The steady unconditional, ” I’ll hold your hand through this” kind. My now husband never asked me to rush. He loved me through the process, every guarded moment every vulnerable crack. That’s when I knew it was real. Today, my marriage feels like a beautiful rainbow after the storm. Not perfect. Not always sunny. But real, Earned, Bright.

Let’ Talk. Your Turn….

I want this space to be more than just my story. I want it to hold yours too.

-Have you gone through heartbreak and found yourself again?

-Do you believe in second chances at love?

-If you could go back and tell your past self one thing during the hardest moment… What would it be?

Drop it below. Be raw. Be honest. You’re safe here.

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Fear is… What if

Faith is…Even if