You Were Not Crazy, You Were Cornered”: For Dr. Susan Kamengere and Every Silenced Woman
They called her crazy. But she was brilliant. A doctor. A woman of purpose. A soul whose voice once carried healing into broken rooms. Dr. Susan Kamengere wasn’t mad — she was maddeningly alive in a world that punishes women for refusing to be quiet. Her story didn’t begin with the tragedy that ended her […]
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The dream that never wore heals
I used to say I was almost a model. I never had a contract. Never walked a runway. Never got a single callback. But I had dreams taller than my 5’8″ frame, and a belief that maybe—just maybe—someone would see something in me before I had to beg them to. It started small. People would […]
Read MoreThe birth of Catharsia
Where broken dreams go to speak.Some dreams don’t die with fire.They die in silence.They die in inboxes, in unfinished notebooks, in quiet bedrooms, and crowded minds.Catharsia was born from that silence — a digital sanctuary for unspoken pain, unrealized futures, and the aching echo of “what could have been.”—Why We ExistThere are names we whisper […]
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Quietly. Like returning home.
To the Brush I Haven’t Picked Up in Years, You once turned my silence into color. I miss the honesty of your strokes. Maybe it’s time I try again
Read MoreChasing shadows
In the quiet moments of the night, when the world is asleep and the stars are shining, the ghosts of our past come to haunt us. We find ourselves chasing after a life that never was, a dream that slipped through our fingers like sand. The everyday struggles of work, family, and relationships weigh heavy […]
Read MoreTo the Dream That Died Quietly
I don’t remember the exact day you died.You didn’t go out with fireworks or a final goodbye. You simply stopped showing up in my thoughts, like an old friend who faded into silence. I thought I’d hold you longer—maybe forever. But life had other plans, didn’t it?And so I grieve you not with tears but […]
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