There comes a moment — after the thunder, after the tears — when the air feels different. It’s quieter. Cleaner. You can finally see what was
There comes a moment — after the thunder, after the tears — when the air feels different.
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It’s quieter.
Cleaner.
You can finally see what was always there, but hidden behind the storm.
Clarity doesn’t arrive with celebration.
It shows up like a friend who’s seen you cry and still stands beside you, arms crossed, steady, waiting.
Sometimes, clarity is painful.
It tells you who was never for you.
It shows you what was never real.
It holds a mirror to your own survival — and you see how much you gave, how much you carried, and how long you’ve been walking with open wounds.
But clarity also brings mercy.
You start to breathe differently.
You stop begging people to understand your worth.
You stop walking into rooms that shrink you.
You stop apologizing for your vision, your peace, your truth.
Chaos once covered everything — but now, you can see.
And even though your feet are still wet from the rain, you are lighter.
You are freer.
You are you again.
Affirmation:
My clarity is sacred.
The storm didn’t destroy me — it revealed me.
Do yourself a huge favor. Watch and read A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry.
Lorraine Hansberry boldly wrote about faith, intentional poverty, racism, and sexism and how the Younger family struggled and loved their way through it all. Together.