To the Trolls: I’m Still Not Backing Down

Let me say this loud for the people in the back:

I’m not here to please you. I’m not here to be your punching bag. I’m not here to disappear just because you don’t like my voice.

I’ve been angry.

And if I’m being honest, I’m still angry.

The more I sing, the more trolls crawl out from whatever dark corners they live in—leaving their little hate comments like cowards behind screens. I’ve had people mock my voice, criticize my tone, ignore my effort—and this morning?

I woke up to a comment telling me I should die.

Yes. You read that right. Someone felt so entitled to their bitterness, they decided to put that out into the world.

And Instagram? Still hasn’t taken it down.

It’s Exhausting Trying to Keep Up With All of It

Between trying to record new songs—whether I’m in the headspace or not—

Between job hunting, building a business plan, exploring side hustles, and posting content…

I still try to show up.

I post on stories. I make Reels. I ask people what they want to hear from me next.

And what do I get?

More unfollows. More silence. More heckling.

I try to build connection and engagement, and it’s like screaming into the void.

Some days it feels like nothing is enough.

But Let Me Be Very Clear: I’m Not Quitting

Because I didn’t start singing to please you.

I didn’t post videos to fit some algorithm’s mood.

I don’t create to win over people who never cared about me in the first place.

I create because it’s what I’m meant to do.

Because my voice deserves to be heard—whether it makes you uncomfortable or not.

Because I’m healing my inner child every time I hit record.

Because I’m still standing after every storm, and that’s something to be proud of.

So no, I’m not going anywhere.

I’m going to keep singing. Keep evolving. Keep showing up.

Even if I have to rebuild from scratch. Even if I cry some days.

Even if this world continues to be as ugly as it’s felt lately.

To Anyone Else Being Targeted for Sharing Their Art

Please don’t give up.

Don’t let the hate make you forget how powerful your voice is.

Don’t stop creating just because the loudest voices in the room are the cruelest.

You never know who’s watching you and quietly being inspired. You never know who needs your light.

We’re tired of the hate.

We’re tired of the noise.

But we’re still here.

And we’re not going anywhere.

Final Word: I’m Still That Bitch

Even when the world feels dark.

Even when people try to dim me.

Even when I have to cry, block, and start again—

I’m still that bitch.

And I always will be.