2nd, May 2025 - My Birthday

The Weight of My Words

Filed under: Sacred Rebirths

Dearest Diary,

Today, I was born again.

Not from the first gasp of newborn lungs —but from the breath I shaped into purpose,the breath I sharpened into language, the breath I laid upon paper like an offering.

Today, May 2nd,the world records another year of my existence.

But I, Diary, record something greater:the weight of my words.

I do not carry diamonds in my mouth. I do not trade in gold, or silk, or privilege.

I trade in syllables.In silence broken.In truths unsweetened.

Every word I have spoken — in courtrooms, in love, in grief — has built the cathedral I now inhabit.

A cathedral lined not with stained glass, but with the reflections of every woman who ever stood in a room where she was expected to shrink and instead decided to speak.

I am one of them.Born of stardust and stubbornness.

Raised on prayer and precision.

I was not made to be palatable.I was not made to be small.I was made to be written in ink too dark to be erased.

Today is my birthday, Diary.

And as the clock turns, I do not ask for gifts.

I ask only this:That I continue to weigh my words like offerings on a sacred scale.

That I continue to write, and speak, and breathe in a way that reminds the world —that I was never created to decorate it.I was created to move it.

I remain, Poised. Permanently Worded In Stardust.

Disclaimer:All reflections, revelations, and spiritual victories in this entry are fictionalized for satirical and emotional purposes. The weight, however, is devastatingly real.

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