Tag: writing
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You Already Know What You Need to Let Go Of.
You already know what you need to let go of. Not because it’s broken, but because it’s costing you more than you’re willing to admit. This is a reflection on self-loyalty, quiet truths, and the strength it takes to release what no longer aligns—even when your heart is still holding on.
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Accountability to Whom? Rethinking Why We Police Women’s Choices
In the past few years, I’ve noticed a growing chorus — online, in conversations, even in women’s spaces — repeating the same question: “But how do we hold women accountable? It appears every time a woman’s personal decision enters public discussion. And the more I hear it, the more I find myself questioning what people…
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We Fight Systems, Not Sisters
Here’s something I never thought I would say out loud: Some of the loudest “feminist spaces” online today feel less like community… and more like competition. Competition for who is the “better feminist.” Competition for whose anger is the most justified. Competition for who can shout the loudest, drag the hardest, correct the quickest. Somewhere…
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When Doing Everything Right Still Feels Wrong: Learning to Deal with Disappointment
Have you ever done everything “right” — updated your CV, reached out to people, sent countless emails — and still, nothing changed? How did that feel? This week, while scrolling through social media, I came across a video of a young man sharing his frustrations. He had done it all: rewritten his CV, contacted recruiters,…
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When Perfection Silences You: Choosing Progress Instead.
For too long, I let perfection silence me. Today, I choose progress. I choose to tell the stories that have lived inside me—raw, unfinished, and real. There Are Stories I’ve Never Told Not because I didn’t believe in them, but because I was waiting for them to be perfect. As a child, I was an…
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Embracing the Present: Lessons from My Year Off
It has been a while—indeed, it has. When I hit “publish” on December 31st, 2022, I didn’t think it would take me over a year to return to this space. But life, as it often does, had other ideas. The struggle to come back, to write as consistently as I once did, felt like…
Koya Nkrumah 