The life you couldn’t survive.

It’s easy to judge what you don’t have to live through.

"Gossiping about a life you wouldn’t survive 10 minutes in, is wild to me."

This one. I love this one. And before I get into this post, I just want to say—I'm over the era of me saying things are hard. For the past six years, or really as long as I've been in the public eye, I think I constantly said, wow, it's really hard, without giving much context. And the truth is—it was really hard. Maybe it still is. Maybe I’ve just gotten stronger and stronger over the years.

Or maybe, I'm over that time in my life when I talk about how hard things are. Because I do believe: the more you speak about things, the more they manifest. And I’ve moved on. When I went to Texas two years ago (I swear it feels like I never even went—but I did, and somehow it’s almost been two years, wtf), I really did deep healing. Not surface-level shit. Not just mindset work. I worked on myself. My core wounds. My REAL pain.

And...it’s true what they say: you have to feel it to heal it.

Now, I don't wish to identify with the story that this is hard or I have it so hard anymore. Because the truth is—we all have it hard. We all go through things.

What I want to talk about today is different. It’s about the mass amount of hate and negativity online. On TikTok, Instagram, Reddit, everywhere. It's absolutely out of control. And I think I’ve become immune to it. A lot of people have become immune to it. But if you really zoom out and think about it—it’s fucking insane.

We all go through things behind closed doors. I’m not saying I’m special or that I have it harder than anyone else. But it’s so easy from the outside to say—
oh, she’s all over the place,
she just couldn’t figure it out,
she should just quit,
she moves so much,
blah blah blah,
whatever people say about me.

And the truth is—it’s not just me. It’s anyone you love, anyone you follow. There’s a crowd of people talking shit about them behind the scenes, and it’s become normalized.

As I’ve come out of my own painful era— because I’m really fucking strong, I can hold a ton, and I also simply don't care to stay in that stage anymore—I just have to say:

You don’t know what anyone is going through. In just the past two years alone:

• I have seen my dad once. And it was at a funeral.

• My mom was living with me in a one bedroom on and off for the past five months—up until last week. Because the house she and my dad shared was sold, and she’s been figuring out what to do next. Before this year, she and I didn’t speak for two years. So...that’s been a whole thing.

• My parents went through a brutal divorce.

• I went through a friend breakup that cut deep.

• I went through one of the heaviest financial situations of my life.

• I went through financial and business rebuilding from the ground up.

• I discovered that I had chronic depression— where my mind and brain chemistry had actually been off since I was a child. (Thankfully, I finally got to the root of it. And the dark cloud has lifted.)

And I did it with zero handouts. I don't come from money. I don’t have family with money. I hadn’t been closely connected to family for many years.

I’ve now stood beside my mom as she’s been learning how to grow into herself. It hasn’t always been easy. But I’ve had to release the idea of what I thought our relationship should be—and honor the version that’s real. I had to grieve the relationship I once had with my dad—my best friend—who is now a stranger.

I handled business disasters. I handled deep betrayals. And I handled it all while battling one of the darkest periods of mental health I’ve ever experienced—completely alone.

I haven’t been in a serious romantic partnership since high school. I take care of everything on my own. The house. The bills. The business. The shipping. The production. The emails. The content. The care of my dog. Every single thing.

No employees.
No team.
No family handouts.
No emotional backup.

It’s just me. And even though I made my fair share of mistakes during my lowest times—I survived it. And I rebuilt myself. And today, I am truly doing better than ever.

So when I see gossip— when I see people tearing others down online without even knowing a fraction of their life—It’s wild to me.

You wouldn’t survive ten minutes in the lives you judge.

And honestly, I would love to see some of the people who comment walk even a day in my shoes.
Handle a move.
Handle a financial collapse.
Handle the collapse and rebuilding of an entire business.
Handle a family falling apart.
Handle mental health and keep going.
Handle it without money. Without help. Without a hand to hold.

And still show up.
And still keep trying.
And still keep creating.

But this isn’t a pity post. It’s not poor me. It’s a reminder: we all have things people can’t see. Everyone you pass is carrying something heavy you’ll never know about. So the next time you want to judge or gossip…zoom out. Stay busy building your own life instead.

Because gossiping about a life you wouldn’t last ten minutes in? Wild to me.

Less noise.
More strength.
More self-respect.

That’s the mood for this Monday.

X,

KB