This journal wasn't made to fix you; it was made to hold the mess. The overthinking. The spiraling.
The parts of you that are tired of being the strong one. It's for the Black woman who's smiling in meetings but breaking down in silence. The one who keeps pushing because stopping feels too dangerous. The one who knows anxiety is real but has been told to pray harder, be grateful, or "just relax."
If you've ever whispered to yourself, "anxiety got me F'd up," this space is yours. Inside these pages, you'll name the lies anxiety told you and slowly write your way back to the truth. No pressure to sound healed. No fake affirmations. No pretending. Just honesty
Page by page. Thought by thought.
This is your space to say the quiet parts out loud and finally breathe.