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Inside the Mind of Dame Unique: Today -17.08.2024
Inside the Mind of Dame Unique: A Slight Pivot in the Direction of My Podcast | E08
Currently – 20.10.2025
I love being wrapped up in my duvet, warm and cosy and listening to lofi-beats and conjuring up a few creative pieces. I know I will drift to sleep again, but for now, I appreciate the silence.
Forward – 05.10.2025
āIām here to protect you!ā – Future
Reality – 30.09.2025
Purification – 29.09.2025
Zero – 27.09.2026
Give me the space to explode.
May the remnants of my body forever stain your blueprint.
She – 25.09.2025 (End)
āIāll miss you now, but youāll miss me the rest of your life.ā – Rosie
Today, she gave herself permission to let go.
Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.
Today, she allowed her heart to open up and become the target. Her mind regurgitated memories of the lies he sang to her in the form of a unique connection and emotional bond.
Today, she created an opportunity for him to reassure her mind. Instead, he doubled down on his deceitful behaviour, and she sensed a hint of pleasure in his goodbye. It was akin to being bitten by a venomous snake and having the power to cure the heart. Choosing to smile in the face of someone who unequivocally valued you, prioritised you, and though you promised youāll never hurt her.
Your smile beams, glancing at the antidote and her life fading inā¦three, two, one.
Admittedly, the tears she created today were nothing in comparison to before. Her gift forced her to see the truth even before she was ready.
Her heart told her to stay and continued to pour into a non-existent soul.
May she treat herself with kindness and stop wishing she never existed in such a heartless world. May her mind stop mocking her emotional intelligence and laughing at her inability to connect with a good man. May her memories stop belittling her luck, with constant reminders of all the red flags he stitched right before her.
Today, she gave herself permission to let go.
She cried for forty-four minutes, switched the track to 16 Carriages by BeyoncƩ, wiped tears from her face, blew her nose, then sat back in bed and asked our universe for peace of mind.
September 25, 2025 (5)
āIāll miss you now, but youāll miss me the rest of your life.ā – Rosie
Today, she gave herself permission to let go.
Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.
Today, she allowed her heart to open up and become the target. Her mind regurgitated memories of the lies he sang to her in the form of a unique connection and emotional bond.
Today, she created an opportunity for him to reassure her mind. Instead, he doubled down on his deceitful behaviour, and she sensed a hint of pleasure in his goodbye. It was akin to being bitten by a venomous snake and having the power to cure the heart. Choosing to smile in the face of someone who unequivocally valued you, prioritised you, and though you promised youāll never hurt her.
Your smile beams, glancing at the antidote and her life fading inā¦three, two, one.
Admittedly, the tears she created today were nothing in comparison to before. Her gift forced her to see the truth even before she was ready.
Her heart told her to stay and continued to pour into a non-existent soul.
May she treat herself with kindness and stop wishing she never existed in such a heartless world. May her mind stop mocking her emotional intelligence and laughing at her inability to connect with a good man. May her memories stop belittling her luck, with constant reminders of all the red flags he stitched right before her.
September 25, 2025 (4)
āIāll miss you now, but youāll miss me the rest of your life.ā – Rosie
Today, she gave herself permission to let go.
Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.
Today, she allowed her heart to open up and become the target. Her mind regurgitated memories of the lies he sang to her in the form of a unique connection and emotional bond.
Today, she created an opportunity for him to reassure her mind. Instead, he doubled down on his deceitful behaviour, and she sensed a hint of pleasure in his goodbye. It was akin to being bitten by a venomous snake and having the power to cure the heart. Choosing to smile in the face of someone who unequivocally valued you, prioritised you, and though you promised youāll never hurt her.
Your smile beams, glancing at the antidote and her life fading inā¦three, two, one.
September 25, 2025 (3)
āIāll miss you now, but youāll miss me the rest of your life.ā – Rosie
Today, she gave herself permission to let go.
Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.
Today, she allowed her heart to open up and become the target. Her mind regurgitated memories of the lies he sang to her in the form of a unique connection and emotional bond.
September 25, 2025 (2)
Today, she gave herself permission to let go.
Though she felt completely dead inside, she knew that her weakness was the source of all her pain.
September 25, 2025
Today, she gave herself permission to let go.
Care – 09.09.2025
Iām overjoyed!
You finally sent a text to say, āI like you a lot and I care about you.ā
I mean, I shouldāve known already. The last time you called me was July 4, 2025.
Would I still be okay if I last ate something on July 4, 2025? Would that show how much ācareā is present?
Before – 9.9.2025
Before, Iād stay for eternity for you.
Now, my self-worth has increased and will never fall beneath yours again.
*Cause you donāt know what youāve got till itās gone! – J.Jackson
Spaghetti
This is clearly an alternative universe that we function adversely within. For example, right now Iām tired; I desperately crave sleep.
However, both phones are buzzing, and thereās a general consensus that I leave now, as Iām nearby.
Time – Saturday, September 6, 2025
Itās been a while.
Iāve often lied to myself, hoping my words would somehow become reality.
Recently, I intentionally apologised for something I did not do.
Imagine being ill and at every turn, youāre met with a fog of silence. Every other week, you may hear something, if youāre lucky enough.
For years, I have waded through this toxic forest and somehow mastered the art of masking.
For every ten new faces, I practice, practice, practice. The past few months have brought me to my knees. I bared my soul. I have buried myself in shame and disgust.
Yes. Iām deeply disappointed in myself for allowing him to plug in and farm my essence.
(2)
In the early hours of this morning, I laid her to rest. She fought back, and it hurts me to share this. I drowned her mind with the truth. I forced her to review all of those forms of connection. I passed her the blade and gave her the privacy to cut away each toxic string.
From the moment the star was violently thrown on the floor, she knew. Her ties to Jamaica are shared through genuine love and appreciation. However, regret consumes her, as the gifts were undeserving.
Many times she has arrived at the entrance of this portal. Her idea of āloveā is toxic and forever holds her back.
(3)
It has been twenty-four hours since she disconnected. Less than the five hundred and four hours he had waited to enquire.
He acted like a psychologist in a position of care and trust. Secured her trust for his reign of deceit. She had never liked silver or gold; her existence is worth more. He felt her energy and wanted to tap in whenever he needed her, akin to visiting a petrol station for more fuel. Only, he never imagined having to pay.
Over time, he drugged her with words and spiked her with intimacy. Encouraged her to share and trustā¦Essentially, he challenged himself to pillage from her kingdom, leaving her in his words ābroken, overthinking and confused.ā
(4)
May those who intentionally hurt others suffer. May redemption never become an option.
May the truth be set free and her lifeless connection stay disengaged with the influencer and connected to her heartbeats.
(5)
Ps. I know you hate me. Your true thoughts have been shown to me, through time.
A Simple Thought: 22 August, 2025
Iām highly fascinated with āhuman behaviourā in particular, the dregs of society who appear to have a hierarchy complex; they believe that their position in life is above education and never below the sewage level that they rest upon, in comfort and self-disgust.
Today
Thereās something very rewarding about having time to switch off and rejuvenate. Iām surrounded by vampires. Insomnia chases me most nights, yet my voice hides away in fear of my power. Iām exhausted.
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