I was told—very kindly, very directly—that I should probably start talking about what I’m building here.

So…here we are.

Journaling has been my thing for a long time (5th grade to be exact.) Not in a “perfect morning routine” kind of way. More like…when my body taps out, when my brain won’t settle, when life gets too loud or too quiet—writing is where I go.

It’s how I make sense of the good days. And how I survive the bad ones.

So I made the kind of journals I’ve always needed. A mix of things, honestly—but the nostalgia and zodiacs? Those are my favorites.

If you’re someone who keeps notebooks everywhere, or starts one and comes back to it months later like nothing happened—you’ll get it.

And if you’re looking for something thoughtful for Mother’s Day…or honestly, something to keep for yourself…this might be it.

I’m trying to sell 52,000 journals for May. Not for a vanity milestone. I love a challenge and 52 is a very symbolic number for me.

May is Fibromyalgia Awareness Month, and I want to turn this into something that actually gives back—raising funds for women-centered research that’s been overlooked for far too long. I know firsthand as I've lived with the condition for decades.

So if you’ve been needing a place to put your thoughts, your days, your life as it is…

Take a look. Visit the holding space HERE 

No pressure. Just…it’s there if you need it.

I need to be honest. At some point, this stopped being about preference and became something I genuinely needed as it's now my primary source of income.

As a Black woman living with disabling chronic conditions, I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that most traditional workspaces just aren’t built with bodies like mine in mind. There isn’t always room for the off days, the flare-ups, or the kind of support these conditions actually require.

So I started building something that could meet me where I am.

This business is how I support myself now. And it’s also how I give back—especially to women like me who are still navigating conditions that are underfunded, under-researched, and too often dismissed.

And because I clearly don’t believe in small goals...

I’m aiming to raise $52,000.

I know, that sounds like a lot. It is. But so is living in a body that can shift on you without warning, with no clear explanation and no real roadmap forward. That’s kind of the point.

There are so many ways this shows up—physically, mentally, emotionally—and yet somehow we’re still left with more questions than answers. More “try this and see” than actual solutions. More guesswork than care. And I’m tired of that being normal.

So this isn’t just about selling journals. It’s about putting real money behind something that has been underfunded, overlooked, and dismissed for far too long.

If you’ve ever had to explain your pain in a way that felt impossible to translate, or been told everything looks “fine” when you know it’s not, or simply had to keep going anyway—you already understand why this matters.

So yes, I set a goal. And yes, I’m going to push it. Because if I can turn something that’s helped me get through the hardest days into something that helps fund real answers, that feels worth it.

And if you’re here—reading this, considering a journal, sharing it, or even just quietly hoping it works—that counts too.

Visit the holding space HERE 

With Care.

Tasha

PS- WE ARE NOT DONE YET.