I’m DeMi, a writer, a cycle-breaker, a single Mom and a Black woman who is learning—unlearning—then learning again.
For most of my life, I thought survival was enough. I thought if I just worked hard enough, held it together long enough, and stayed strong enough, I’d eventually reach a place where I felt safe, seen, and whole. But that’s not how it works. Healing isn’t a destination—it’s a daily choice. And choosing myself? That’s been the hardest and most necessary work I’ve ever done.
This blog is where I process that journey out loud.
Who I Am Outside of the Healing Work
💡 I’m a mom first. My kids are my world, and raising them with intention, softness, and love is a daily commitment. A commitment that does not go unchallenged by these fiercely independent, question-asking, boundary-setting little humans I’m raising, or by the “back in my day” elders who see change as a threat.
💼 I’m a business owner. I run A Black Girl Made It and A Black Girl Wrote This—because building something of my own means creating the world I want to see.
💫 I’m a storyteller. Whether it’s through this blog, my business, or just in conversation, I believe words have the power to shift, heal, and disrupt.
What You’ll Find Here
I write about:
✨ Breaking cycles that weren’t mine to carry—because healing starts with unlearning.
✨ Softness, rest, and why I refuse to earn my peace—because exhaustion is not a personality trait.
✨ Motherhood, the beauty and the battle of raising free thinkers—because gentle parenting doesn’t mean raising gentle kids.
✨ ADHD, procrastination, and getting out of my own way—because knowing better and doing better are two different struggles.
✨ Love, identity, and learning to be loved without survival tactics—because real love doesn’t require endurance.
✨ The pop culture, books, and stories that shaped me—because sometimes the best lessons come from unexpected places.
✨ Business, ambition, and the reality of building something from nothing—because success isn’t just about hustle; it’s about intention.
Some of these lessons came through therapy. Some through reflection. And some through sheer trial and error. But all of them? I had to live through first.
I don’t have it all figured out, but what I do know is this: we deserve more than just making it through.
So if you’re here, maybe you’re on that journey too. Either way, welcome. Let’s get into it.
A Black Girl Wrote This 