You know what’s wild?Not even seven months ago… I hated TikTok.And I don’t just mean I didn’t like it. I mean I was against it. I thought it was just a loud, trendy app for people chasing attention, dancing, copying each other, doing whatever they could to go viral. It rubbed me the wrong way.Honestly? I had a friend who used it and let’s just say… what she was doing on there didn’t exactly convince me otherwise.So I stayed in my corner. I’ve been on Facebook since 2010, and even there, I’m not active like that. I’ve never been one to talk publicly about my life. I’m private. If I’m struggling, you won’t know. I’ll deal with it, process it, and then I might share after the testimony shows up. Not before.But then something shifted.That day TikTok glitched and went down? It was like people lost their minds trying to get it back. There were folks out here offering to buy phones with the app still installed. And I remember thinking… what is so special about this platform?And something in me nudged: Check it out.So I did. I already had it downloaded but barely touched it. This time, I opened it with different eyes.And what I found?Wasn’t noise.It was power.I found people sharing deep, unfiltered stories. I found teachers. I found messages straight from Source. I found creators dropping sacred knowledge, music, healing, truths that had me in tears. Messages that I know were from my angels, coming right on time. It wasn’t entertainment anymore. It was alignment.And listen I still don’t really have followers on there. I wasn’t looking to build anything. I was just watching, listening, receiving.But the messages changed me.TikTok became something I never expected: a spiritual lifeline.And now? I look back and laugh. Because I swore it off. But isn’t that just like the universe? Using the thing you judged to bless you?See, I’ve lived a life where I’ve had to stretch every dollar. I’ve gone to Title Max and signed over a car just to survive. I’ve been a single mom with no parents to call. I’ve lit candles and whispered over bowls of water. I’ve done what I had to do. Not because I was broken but because I was becoming.So when I see people online pouring their hearts out, or trying to manifest a breakthrough from a bathroom floor, I don’t scroll past. I feel it. I know it.But here’s what I also know:I don’t live there anymore.I’ve turned the page.I don’t carry those worries like I used to. I don’t chase money or panic over bills like I did. And when my ego tries to creep back in and remind me of that life? I say, “No thanks. You don’t live here anymore.” I’ve evicted every thought that tried to tell me I wasn’t worthy of more.Now, I’m living in peace. In trust. In abundance.This doesn’t mean I forget where I came from. It means I use it.Because I needed that contrast to relate to the people I’m here to reach.The ones still scraping, still surviving, still hoping.And if TikTok, of all places, is one of the ways the universe is using to get the message out?Then I’m grateful I said yes. Even if it was late.So here I am. Talking. Sharing. Opening my life up in ways I never thought I would. Not for attention. But for connection. For healing. For whoever’s listening and needs to know it does get better.You can raise your kids, lose it all, and still rise.You can lose your parents and still become the parent you needed.You can cry yourself to sleep and wake up one day in a brand new timeline.You can find yourself.You can know your worth.And once you do there’s no going back.I’ll say this again:I never thought I’d be here.But I’m here.And I’m not going anywhere.So to the platform that brought me the messages,To the strangers who spoke life into me,To the angels that used it all to find me,Thank you.It is done.
