03/06/2026
I’m nervous about posting this, but I need to say it.
This is directed at the person who felt the need to contact my mother about the mental health post I shared, family members and her friends who are here as well.
The truth is, that post wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. It barely scratched the surface of what I’ve lived through and what I’ve been carrying.
For context, I blocked my mother on all social media platforms months ago, with the exception of WhatsApp. After many years of having her on my social media, I made that decision for a reason. This is also not the first time that I’ve been pressured to delete something I’ve shared about my own experiences.
And that, in many ways, is exactly why mental health remains such a difficult conversation in South Africa.
People speak about wanting awareness, understanding, and healing, but the moment someone starts speaking honestly about their struggles, they are often met with discomfort, criticism, or pressure to stay silent.
The messages I’ve received since my mother became aware of my post have only reinforced that reality.
So let me be clear: I will not be deleting this post.
To my family, friends and those who have walked closely alongside me through the years, you know that 30 May 2026 marked the beginning of a new chapter in my life 🙌🏾
It was the day I moved out.
It was the day I chose myself.
For more than two decades, I carried burdens that were never mine to carry. I carried emotional weight, responsibility, pain, expectations, and circumstances that left scars far deeper than most people will ever know.
On 30 May 2026, I made a decision: my healing journey starts now 🤍
For the first time in my life, I chose to put myself first.
If my posts make you uncomfortable, trigger you, or cause you to feel some type of way, I genuinely wish you well, but you are welcome to remove yourself from my friends list 🌻🤍
Towards the end of last year, I intentionally cleaned up my social media. I unfriended and blocked many people because I wanted to create a space that felt healthy, authentic, and aligned with the season of life I am entering 🙌🏾🙏🏾✨😌🌻🤍
My social media is carefully curated, and I intend to keep it that way.
I am currently on a journey of healing, restoration, and renewal 🤍
I believe my life is a testimony.
A testimony of God’s grace.
A testimony of His provision.
A testimony of resilience, faith, survival, and the countless times He carried me when I could not carry myself.
One day, I will tell that story in full.
But not yet.
I want to tell it from a place of healing, not hurt.
From a place of peace, not pain.
From a place of wisdom, not anger.
I refuse to tell my story through the lens of resentment, blame, or bitterness.
When the time comes, it will be shared with honesty, grace, and truth.
Until then, please understand that I do not post recklessly.
One thing life has taught me is discernment. Before I share anything publicly, I sit with it, pray about it, think about it, and revisit it more than once. Nothing is posted impulsively.
And finally, my late grandfather, BB Maposa, shared something with me on 14 February 2010 that has stayed with me ever since.
He said:
“Mntanam, sometimes families need to be broken apart in order for them to be put back together again.”
I won’t go into the context behind those words today.
But I understand them far more deeply now than I did then.
This post will remain exactly where it is.
My healing is not up for debate.
And my voice is no longer up for negotiation.
Respectfully
🫶🏾
