I grew up being told I was slow—first because I stuttered, then because I was in foster care, and later because I kept breaking the mold they tried to fit me into.
What they missed?
The fire behind my silence. The wildness in my voice. The sovereign spell I was casting, word by word.
This piece traces the language I used to survive—and the liberating lexicon I later chose to thrive. From speech therapy to tire swings to eighteen foster homes, my story is one of refusing to let the words they gave me be the ones that defined me.
You’ll learn how simple shifts in language—“I should” to “I choose,” “I can’t” to “I’m finding a way”—aren’t just semantic. They are seismic. They’re how I built my world from the inside out.
Words design reality. Yours can set you free.
PS:
They called me unteachable. I called myself unstoppable.
Profit is protest. Language is liberation. Speak your reality into existence.
