The Azriel Collective

 I’m wrestling with something deeper than love. Deeper than pain. This man — he’s testing every boundary of faith I thought I understood. God hates a lying tongue, and this man lies like breathing comes natural. But something in me sees beyond the surface. Sees potential. Sees a soul that could be transformed. My borderline diagnosis whispers warnings. My soul says run. But his mysterious smile? Lord, it changes everything. I don’t want to fix him. I want to show him a constant fight. Prove that love ain’t about throwing away broken parts, but healing them. But am I really healing or just repeating cycles I promised myself I’d break? Every breakup feels like dying. But being without him? Feels worse. I’ve met men who wanted to worship me. Men who saw my worth immediately. But this man makes me work for every ounce of recognition. And somehow, I’m addicted to the struggle. Is this struggle love? Or am I just comfortable in familiar pain? I see my daddy in his walk, in the way he sit...

Hey y'all, I'm Nia Nichelle - but my government name is Robin. And this name? It came to me in a dream. Nia means purpose and victory, and honey, that's exactly what this journey is about. I'm here to talk real. No filters. No shame. This blog is my public diary about: - Surviving toxic motherhood - Navigating deadbeat baby daddy drama - How losing everything helped me find my voice - The messy, beautiful journey of healing Four years ago, God whispered a book into my spirit. But whispers don't write books - pain, accountability, and raw honesty do. My son J became a victim of my own unhealed trauma. And while that statement might break some hearts, it's also where healing begins. I take full accountability for how I raised him. Every beating. Every harsh word. Every moment I chose myself over his safety. But here's the thing - accountability isn't punishment. It's love in its most honest form. I'm writing to tell every mama out there: - Your mis...