Lilith’s Secret Diary – The Beginning

For the parts of us that don’t behave.

Writing about life moments through storytelling is important to me.

Giving flavor and thought to events, big and small, through humor, nostalgia, or a more reflective lens feels like an art form I deeply identify with. But alongside the stories, I’ve felt the need to make space for something else…

Someone else, who lives in the undefined space in between.

The one who speaks in dreams, in gut feelings.
The one who walks hand in hand with intuition.
She is wild. Less polished. Unapologetically honest.

Her name is Lilith.

She’s been trying to reach me for a while.

I first wrote about her in a fiction piece: a sensual woman with long pink hair, dressed in sheer black lace, lips painted a fierce purple. She appears in the Moon card. In the Empress. In wild gusts of wind and crashing ocean waves.

Lilith is the tumultuous waters of our soul—a pool of emotion and instinct. She’s the witch. The wild mother. The one who doesn’t care about societal rules. She’s pure gut feeling. Raw and real.

And what better time to bring her to life than during this Jupiter in Cancer shift, when the universe is asking us to feel deeply?

To express emotion in whatever form it needs to take. To confront everything in our lives that isn’t aligned with how we truly feel.

Scary.

Because if you ask me, most of the time, we don’t even know what we feel. I’m not even talking about expressing emotions. I’m talking about naming them.

Most of the time, I can’t.

We’re taught to stay composed. Level-headed. High-performing. Rational.

Since Jupiter entered Cancer, I’ve cried in the car. Cried in the shower. Something, or someone, trying to come out. But the moment tears appear in “public,” I rush to wipe them away.

And sure, sadness isn’t welcome in today’s world. God forbid we show up as the vulnerable messes we are. But when was the last time joy came out uncontrollably?

When was the last time you couldn’t breathe from laughter?

When was the last time you let yourself be mischievous? Flirty? Upset? Bored?

Every emotion has to be managed. Controlled. Behaved.

How sad that we don’t allow Lilith to come out untamed.

But be sure: one day, somehow, she’ll break through. With her voice. Her darkness. Her light. Her power.

And that’s what this series of my publication is going to be: Lilith’s breakthrough.

Thoughts and moments tethered to emotion. Hot-blooded truths. Because the woman with wild pink hair lives inside me, and wants out. And she lives inside you too.

I rarely let her be seen. I’ve only just met her.

So alongside my stories, you’ll see Lilith take over every now and then.

She may be shy at first. But maybe, one day, she won’t be.

And when that day comes—maybe you’ll feel it too.

That spark.

That truth.

Whole. Anew. Alive.

Welcome, Lilith.