Some posts are harder to write than others.
This one comes from a place of reflection, not retaliation.
I’m sharing this experience because starting over isn’t just about chasing new dreams — it’s also about protecting your peace when life tests you in unexpected ways.
Here’s a chapter I didn’t expect to live through, but one that taught me a lot about loyalty, boundaries, and choosing myself over chaos.
Tonight was a hard one.
Not because of the usual chaos or exhaustion that comes with working overnight. But because I was forced to sit with the weight of a lie—a deliberate, calculated one. The kind that doesn’t just sting—it threatens your career, your character, and your peace.
Someone I worked alongside—a person I had open conversations with about values, religion, and life—chose to lie on me. And not just lie, but double down with a whole smear campaign. I don’t understand what makes someone do that. We shared space, even mutual respect—or so I thought. How do you smile in someone’s face after trying to destroy them? That’s not just shady. That’s diabolical.
And the hardest part?
Even when you know it’s not who you are, even when you’ve done the right thing, the impact still lands. I’m upset. Because it’s my reputation, my integrity, and my livelihood on the line.
I’m starting over. I don’t have the luxury of taking another hit. Especially not one based on lies.
They didn’t want to work overnight, so I became the scapegoat. But I’ve been on this shift for over a decade. I was hired for this. This is not new to me—I’m true to this. I’ll be damned if someone who just showed up tries to rewrite my story.
And now, I have to navigate a workplace with someone I no longer respect—someone I frankly don’t care to acknowledge at all. But I will. Because I’m here to do my job. To provide for my child. To protect what I’ve worked so hard for. And tolerating someone’s presence doesn’t mean accepting their behavior. It means choosing myself over chaos.
Here’s the deeper question though—the one that haunts me:
Why is it so easy to throw a Black woman under the bus?
We’re the first you run to when you need support. When you need help. When you need a calming word, a warm smile, a steady presence. But the second we challenge you, hold a boundary, or don’t perform softness on demand—we’re labeled angry, bitter, scary.
You fear our assertiveness but praise someone else’s confidence. You admire boldness in others but feel threatened when it comes from us.
“They want our rhythm, but not our blues”
Let me tell you something:
I don’t want to always be strong. I don’t want to hold everything together when parts of my world are falling apart. But I do it. Every single day. And I’m tired. Tired of being expected to carry it all with grace while being punished for not breaking.
I’ve heard that quote so many times. And tonight, I felt every word of it in my bones.
But I refuse to be broken by this. I refuse to let someone’s lie become my truth. I’m still standing. Still showing up. Still choosing integrity, even when it’s hard.
Because while they may try to silence our voices, our truth will always speak louder.
If you’ve ever had to rise when the world tried to bury you-this space is for you.
You’re not alone.
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