✨ BECOMING THE VIVID VOICE — PART 1

“The Day the Silence Broke”

There comes a moment in every woman’s life when the world stops pretending.

The noise dies.

The excuses burn.

And the truth steps forward, uninvited but necessary.

For me, that moment wasn’t pretty.

It wasn’t poetic.

It came dressed in panic, hopelessness, and the bitter taste of “I can’t do this anymore.

”It came the day I realised I couldn’t provide for my kids.

Not halfway.

Not barely.

Not “we’ll make a plan.”
No — I had nothing.

And everything inside me collapsed in real time.
People talk about breaking points like they’re dramatic scenes in a movie.

Mine felt more like God whispering through the cracks:

“Stand up. I’m not finished with you.”

And maybe that’s why, around the same time, a strange softness kept tugging at me — a thought, a face I hadn’t expected. A woman with her own chapters, her own wounds, her own storms… suddenly echoing in my mind. As if God was reminding me:

“You’re not the only one I’m rebuilding.”
Because becoming isn’t just personal.

It’s generational.

It’s circular.

It returns to old places with a new spirit.
And that’s when it hit me…This version of me — the fire, the grit, the voice rising from the rubble — she wasn’t born out of comfort.

She was carved out of necessity. She is the woman I should have been all along.
And today, for the first time,

I choose her. Fully, Unapologetically

This is where my voice begins.

This is where the storm finally serves me.

This is where the Vivid Voice rises — not polished, not perfect, but divinely prepared