For all fans of Star Trek-I’m bringing in a metaphor you’ll appreciate today. 🖖
There are days-honestly, maybe years-where I’ve felt like Michael Burnham in the Terran Empire.
Like I accidentally ended up in a world where staying human is a liability.
Where kindness is seen as weakness.
Where setting boundaries makes me “difficult.”
Where I give, and they just keep taking.
Where I protect others-and get betrayed for it.
Like I’m someone with a heart full of loyalty, hope, and love…
dropped into a world that rewards cruelty, deception, and dominance.
Just like the Discovery crew-slowly dying inside as their morals, their hope, their very selves are shattered day by day in that empire-
I feel the same.
Whether it was protecting my sibling from my mother as a kid,
taking the blame just so I could shield them…
Or in relationships, friendships, and with boyfriends-always caring, remembering the small details,
leaving surprise gifts to say you are seen, you are loved…
Only to be discarded. Forgotten. Ghosted.
Or at work-pretending we’re a team,
until they throw me under the bus when it suits them.
I live in a world where I genuinely want everyone to succeed.
Where I pray for our shared growth, to build something amazing together.
But my world? That vision? It threatens them.
Because they don’t understand it.
And when people don’t understand something-they try to destroy it.
Punish it.
Manipulate it.
I used to hate this world-my Terran Empire.
I hated how dark it felt.
That survival meant becoming the very thing I despise.
A world where you have to dim your light just to avoid getting crushed.
And yes-sometimes, the only way is to wear armor.
To slip on an invisible coat so the daggers don’t sink in.
To become strategic.
To fight harder than anyone ever should have to.
But just like the Starfleet crew-thrown into impossible, terrifying situations-
I show up.
With honor.
With responsibility.
With fire.
No matter how hard they try to break me-
I get stronger.
And when I forget why I keep going,
I draw strength from the stories.
I remember what pulled Michael back:
Love. Connection. Her sense of mission.
Just like her, I’m here on a mission.
I’m connected to my guides.
To the universe.
And the moment I remember what the real world feels like-
I fight like hell to get back to it.
Just like she did.
I shine even brighter.
Unapologetically.
Fiercely.
Because I don’t need to become more like this world.
The world needs to become more like me.
Still choosing good.
Still helping strangers-not because someone’s watching,
but because it’s the right thing.
Because we are all one.
And because I am a Starseed.
The Keeper of the Flame.
The Soul Strategist.
The Warrior-Lover.
The Underworld Mother.
The Architect of Realities.
Because I am.
And I’m here on a mission-
To awaken.
To lead.
To light the path.
So keep helping.
Keep caring.
And protect yourself too.
Wear the armor if you must-
but don’t forget there’s a world on the other side of this.
And in that world,
you’re not the outsider.
You’re the one they’ve been waiting for.
✨ You’ve found a light in the Terran Empire.
Welcome home, fellow traveler. This is your sanctuary. Your rebel base. Your starship in the storm.
Stay wild. Stay kind. Stay true. 💫
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