MyStory of Reinvention, Unfuckable Energy, and the Soft Life I Fought For

I didn’t always have views like this.

There was a time—not so long ago—when I stared up at cracked ceilings in borrowed spaces. Where the floors creaked with survival, the front door was always crowded with shoes, and my dreams lived folded between the pages of a journal no one ever asked to read.

I whispered affirmations while making dollar store dinners.
I prayed in silence while fighting off anxiety.
I paid in tears, time, and tenacity.

But I didn’t quit.

From Grounded to Elevated

Now I walk barefoot across marble floors.
Now the morning sun kisses my skin through floor-to-ceiling glass.
Now I sip iced jasmine tea in a silence I earned—not through money, but through deciding I was worthy of this peace.

This isn’t just a luxury apartment.
This is evidence.

Evidence of the morning I said, “I will no longer let struggle be my story.”

Evidence of the nights I stayed up building, branding, crying, releasing, and rising.

Evidence of the quiet rebellion that lives inside me as a Capricorn, an introvert, and a Black woman who no longer fears being seen, successful, or soft.

The Story of This Morningn 

The city is frantic below me—horns blaring, lives rushing.
But in here, time folds itself into grace.

The countertop holds my laptop and a half-empty glass of tea. My inbox has a message: someone in Zurich just bought one of my art pieces. My Pimp My Prompts™ journal pack sold while I was in the shower.

I don’t scream success.

I design it.
I soften into it.
I speak it into spaces that once ignored me.

There’s white musk in the air.
My playlist isn’t playing, but my growth is on loop.
The only urgency I allow is joy.

What This Space Represents

This space isn’t just a win. It’s a window into what’s possible when a woman—especially a Capricorn woman like me—chooses to heal, unapologetically.

This is for the woman who’s exhausted from always being the strong one.
For the introverted Black woman who built everything for others and forgot what it felt like to receive.
For the spiritual woman who lights incense in one hand and sends invoices with the other.

I created Cappié in the City™ for us.
And I built Unfuckable™ because I needed a word that could hold everything I survived.

This Didn’t Start in a High-Rise

This journey started in leggings I hadn’t bought for myself, on a couch that wasn’t mine, after I surrendered my car and my pride just to breathe.

I had nothing—but I had vision.
And I had enough spirit left to put one digital product into the world. Then another.
And one day, someone bought something. And then someone else.
And then I remembered that I could build something better than what I lost.

I didn’t just find clarity. I built systems.
I didn’t wait to be rescued. I wrote my own unfuckable code.

And now I live it.
Not loud—but real.

My Caption for This Moment

“You don’t manifest this.
You become the version of you that lives here—
spiritually, mentally, emotionally—
before the lease ever gets signed.”

What I Want You to Know

If you’re a Black woman over 40…

If you’ve ever whispered “I’m tired” to yourself in the dark…
If you’ve ever wondered if your time passed you by…
If you’ve ever wanted to start over but didn’t know how…

You don’t have to chase a soft life.
You just have to start showing up for yourself like you deserve one.

Your healing doesn’t have to be loud.
Your glow-up doesn’t have to go viral.
And your power doesn’t need permission.

It only needs choice.
And I made mine.

This is the High-Rise Healing of Me—Cappié.

Where luxury meets legacy.
Where quiet becomes currency.
Where survival ends and soft power begins.

Walk With Me, Don’t Just Watch Me

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Today’s Featured Artwork: Soft Armor

A textured Afro-Zen piece inspired by the emotional weight I no longer carry.
Available in canvas, framed print, or digital collector’s edition.
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From My Bookshelf: The Unfuckable Code

Part memoir, part mantra, this book is your roadmap to becoming emotionally bulletproof and spiritually luxurious—without becoming hard.
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