This isn’t a survival story. It’s a burn notice. I walked into the fire with my teeth bared, daring it to bite back. I was so sick of being frozen that I was willing to fuckin burn. And I did. I burned my fuckin skin off. I burned

I will pay for my life in full. I don't give my power away. Not anymore. I write ruin into covenant — words to live by, not notes to soothe. This is Catastrophic Scripture: proof, pain, and practice.