IAmSoncerae

Manifesting gets misunderstood because people think it is about wishing, hoping, or pretending something is real when it is not. Manifesting is none of that. Manifesting is alignment. It is the practice of bringing your internal state into coherence so that what you experience externally can finally match what you are truly available for internally. Everything you experience in life responds to…

The mermaid AI visuals I create on social media are not random. They are memory. They are longing. They are a little girl who loved the ocean before fear ever touched it.I have always loved water. Tropical fish. Aquariums glowing quietly in my home like living art. As a child, I took professional swimming classes and I was good at it. Swimming felt natural to me. Like my body understood something…

As often as I can, I shoot professionally and then build AI visuals from those images. What you’re seeing is not random content or pretty filler. It’s a vision board in motion. It’s intentional. It’s strategic. It’s identity work. Those visuals are doing two things at once.First, they reflect memories I’ve already lived in another version of my life. Experiences that still live in my nervous…

Someone has been sending me pictures of my exes with their new girlfriends or wives as if it’s supposed to shake me. They keep writing these wild messages about how the men never wanted me, how they’re happier with other women, how I lack internal beauty, self esteem, self respect. It’s strange behavior. Almost theatrical. And all it really tells me is that whoever is doing this is far more…

It was the way he asked it. What are you wearing. Like the words were dipped in history I didn’t sign up to repeat. I knew exactly where the conversation was heading, because I’ve lived this scene before. With another man. The wrong man. The one who took shortcuts with me and called it affection. My mind didn’t wander. It sprinted. Straight back to the last date I went on months ago, wearing…

A photo of the man I’m dating wasn’t even up for ten minutes before my stalker sent another email from a fake account. He sent some last week calling me harlot in a dating history email where he listed every man I’ve dated and some I didn’t. For the past twenty years, he’s kept tabs on my relationships, and for the last decade, he’s made videos about me, the men I date, and even contacts those…

Recently I read a post I saw on a man’s Facebook page. He said: “Real men bring clarity, vision, discipline, and safety into a relationship.” But he’s describing the kind of man he wants to be seen as, not the one he’s been. These are aspirational words, image control. He’s publicly claiming qualities that he knows he failed to give women. He continued: “Because confusion breeds distraction……

He proposed to me in my early twenties. I thought that was the start of forever. Turns out, it was just the beginning of a long detour I didn’t see coming.He’s the reason I came back to Atlanta after leaving Charlotte. He called me crying his eyes out about how he missed me and wanted me to come home. The truth? I’ve always hated Atlanta. I’m a Maryland girl who built a life in California for 7…

You know what disgusts me about men sometimes. Y’all try to make it seem like because it’s a lot of beautiful women in the world we are supposed to compete with each for a man’s attention. I have access to dozens of wealthy educated Atlanta men all day everyday. My beauty gets them every time. They love my lips. My eyes. Even my thick small 5 foot frame. It’s not a shortage of men. Beautiful…

There’s a sound the soul makes when it finally decides to let go. It’s not loud. It’s not dramatic. It’s the soft hum between heartbreak and peace, the moment your energy shifts from clinging to clarity. That’s what happened the night I realized I wasn’t waiting for Chief anymore. I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t sad, I just… stopped vibrating on the same frequency as the pain. I didn’t want to let…

Hear me good one time….or read….just read. Let me tell you what the past two months in Atlanta have taught me, about my life and the man meant to walk beside me. I’ve been running from a calling that’s chased me for decades. I used to be a Christian minister, started preaching in my teens. I stopped a few years after moving to Atlanta at 23 because I felt unworthy. Too flawed. Too human. Too…

In November of 2024, I started talking to an angel. That’s what he felt like, anyway. Kind. Sweet. Positive. Loving. Attractive. Successful. The kind of man who makes you think maybe God finally read your prayers out loud. I could have spent hours listing the ways we connected, how every conversation felt like discovering a piece of myself inside someone else. He wasn’t just what I wanted, he was…

Someone just asked me did I feel like I broke my 8 year celibacy with the wrong person since he and I are not together and we barely hanging on as friends. After 15 years of friendship. My answer is still no. I don’t regret it or my experience with him. I wanted it. It was my choice. He didn’t force me or coerce me, I was finally ready. But I do want to say this: Before You Break Celibacy……If…

I find it astonishing that some men possess such inflated egos they truly believe their mistreatment of a woman could never cost them her presence. As if her ability to heal, grow, and move on exists only within the limits of their imagination. I can look a man in the eye and say, I know you think about me, I know you miss me, and truthfully, I miss you too, but it’s best we stay friends and…

I hadn’t touched my blog in months. My words were gathering dust, waiting for me to stop swallowing them. And then yesterday, I opened the floodgates. One blog post. That’s all it took. When the Mask Falls Off wasn’t just a title, it was my release, my reminder to him and to myself that I was already moving on.Traffic poured in like people had been waiting for me to break my silence. Strangers…

It started with silence. The kind that doesn’t just sit in the room but presses against your chest like a weight. Chief and I had plans, at least I thought we did, but he disappeared into the night without explanation. No call. No text. Just absence. And that kind of absence doesn’t feel empty, it feels loud, like every unanswered question is screaming. By morning, he had a reason. He always…

I was having a conversation with a friend about how men show so much interest in me at first. I’ve tried to start dating seriously. They’ll listen to my story, admire my strength, tell me how beautiful I am, talk to me everyday. Even send me money to help me. But somewhere between knowing what I carry and actually standing beside me or try to pull me out they pull away. In that conversation, he…