There comes a moment when faith stops feeling like home and starts feeling like red tape. A moment when the room that once held you begins to shrink around your breath. In my new editorial, I confront the politics of holiness, the violence of control dressed up as devotion, and the God who keeps showing up in all the places they were told they shouldn’t. It’s a letter for the ones who left quietly, a mirror for the ones who stayed, and a door for the ones still searching for where God went after the meeting adjourned.

NeuroDivine reframes what the world calls disorder as sacred design.

Through lyrical storytelling and unflinching truth, ESS unveils her journey of realizing that the silence, the structure, the sensitivity — the very things misread as flaws — were the blueprint of a divine calling.

This is a revelation for every Black girl who’s ever been mislabeled, misunderstood, or made to feel like too much.

What if the traits they tried to fix were the gifts you were born to carry?

What we were taught to fear in each other—and in ourselves—was never ours to carry. This piece explores how honoring the full, sacred spectrum of Black identity becomes an act of ancestral fidelity, spiritual liberation, and collective healing.