If certain experiences in my life had a background track to it, these would be it. — I’m a big music enthusiast! It often feels like the soundtrack of my life. I see life as a TV show or a movie, with specific songs that really resonate with me as I move through it. These songs aren’t just in the background; they mirror my feelings and experiences…

How I Finally Saw My True Beauty When I Reached My Mid-Thirties — Not a Medium member yet? Read the full free version here The air in the dimly lit living room was filled with the warmth of laughter. The sound of my daddy’s hearty chuckles mingled with the sweet, innocent giggles of my younger siblings. They huddled around him like fireflies drawn…

I’m a person. Not a niche. I weave words and visuals to tell versatile stories. — Hey there, lovely community! 🌟👋🏾 My name is Fanchon Octavia, but in these writing streets just call me Octavia or Octavia Ever After. ✍🏾 I’m a Southern girl. Born in Alabama. Raised in GA. Wish I knew more about all my roots ….. …

Why I’m falling in love with being simply unlabelable — In an internet world where everyone seems to be huddled into neat little niches online, I stand boldly, waving the flag of nichelessness. That’s right, my online presence is a beautiful, sprawling mess of thoughts, ideas, and passions. And you know what? …

If you had no ‘ Identity’, who would you be? — Imagine doing so much healing and shadow work that you’ve reached the point of feeling like you’re hanging off the edge of a cliff. You feel like a desperate frightened soul, now holding on for dear life to this person you’ve always known yourself to be. Your ‘identity’. Your memories…

A poem that questions everything — I jumped into the deep end of my mind It’s time I ponder I question I’m lost in thought Does reality, in truth, hold what it’s sought? Or is it but a fragile, shifting veil, Where dreams and waking hours endlessly sail? What is reality? Are these sights and sounds…

The dream/vision I had many years ago that I never forgot about — The chamber, constructed from weathered, knotted wood, pulsed with a gentle, golden glow, casting ethereal silhouettes upon walls adorned with cascading vines. My home was nestled within the ancient trunk of the Tree of Life. Every breath I took seemed to carry the weight of creation as if the air…

A brief introduction of my mental health journey + some of the songs on my mental music playlist —

Saying yes to everything isn’t realistic — or healthy. — Years ago, I found myself wanting someone to babysit my toddler son while I went out on a date with a guy I really liked who had finally asked me out. My mama hated the guy and refused to babysit for me to go out with him. Desperately I turned…