💭 My Therapy That Turned Into 10 Million Views

Donations

Earlier this year, I went through what I like to call a soft reset. Not a full life restart, just a major spring cleaning of my space, my energy, and honestly, my spirit. I didn’t throw away my old furniture; I donated it. My entire living room, my bedroom set, gone. I didn’t even want to take a single piece into my new space. I was in that kind of headspace where decluttering felt like healing.

The old couch

It wasn’t just about furniture. I had just come back from my birthday trip, and my mind was heavy. I was dealing with somebody I really liked, but the way he spoke to me didn’t sit right in my spirit. It’s always the same pattern. I start realizing I’m shrinking myself to make a man comfortable, and then I snap back like nah, I can’t live like this.

So instead of arguing or crying about it, I put my energy into my space, and that decision changed everything.

The samples

🖌️ The Decision

When it came time to repaint, I said to myself, “Okay, I know a guy.”

Years ago, I had hired a painter who was a little creep. I actually caught him on camera at my old place talking to himself while painting my bedroom, saying things like “yes ma’am, yes goddess.” Weird, but I like a lil weird, so I figured I’d give him another shot.

The Paint

I called him a couple of weeks before my move, trying to get everything lined up. I even went to Home Depot myself, picking out paint samples and planning the whole setup. But the night before he was supposed to start, it got messy. I told him I’d already bought the paint, the same paint he’d tried to overcharge me for, and suddenly he had every excuse in the world. Complaining about customers buying their own paint, acting like it was a problem.

At that moment I felt it, that shift between irritation and clarity. I’d done my part, and I refused to let it turn into chaos.

So I told myself, “You know what? I’ll do it myself.”

💅🏽 The Shift

I went back to Home Depot, grabbed a ladder, turned on my camera, and started painting. I wasn’t thinking about content. I was thinking about peace. Each stroke of that roller felt like me reclaiming control of my life.

That moment, that quiet decision to handle it myself, is what led to my most-watched video on YouTube.

🎥 My Therapy

I set up my camera, played some music, and painted. No hashtags. No plan. Just me, the wall, and my thoughts. It was therapy.

Now that same video sits at over 10 million views on YouTube. What started as frustration became a lifelong reward, proof that sometimes the things we do to heal ourselves end up inspiring everyone else.

🌸 The Bigger Picture

When people see my videos, they see confidence, travel, soft life, all of that. But behind every calm, confident moment, there’s a woman saying, “You know what? I’ll figure it out myself.”

People say I’m single by choice, and they’re right. I’ve given chances, I’ve been patient, and I’ve been disappointed. But every time someone lets me down, I learn I can handle it on my own, and every single time, the world rewards me for it.

That painting video, My Therapy, is proof. When I choose me, I win. Always.

🕊️ What Peace Looks Like

When something upsets me, I don’t go looking to get even. I get productive. I work on my surroundings. I make my space peaceful, beautiful, and mine.

My love life might be complicated, but my home isn’t. I’ve built an environment so calm and intentional that I don’t even care to leave it. I don’t act out. I pour in.

That’s the difference between reacting and growing, keeping the hurt private and turning it into progress. I don’t chase closure. I create peace. And every time, I come out softer, smarter, and more sure of myself.

Peace became my revenge.

And now that therapy pays me 😊