They Called It Risk. I Called It Accuracy

I wasn’t in crisis.

I was in clarity.

And that — in certain environments — is enough to make you a threat.

They didn’t say it out loud.

They just assessed. Monitored. Reframed.

They whispered things like “complex,” “intense,” “risk.”

But I knew what was happening.

They weren’t reacting to chaos.

They were reacting to coherence.

When you carry a certain frequency —

when you’re rooted, precise, deeply present —

you disrupt systems that depend on people staying small, distressed, or unsure.

You don’t even have to say much.

You just walk in with wholeness.

And the frameworks start to shake.

They called it risk.

I called it accuracy.

Because what I was saying wasn’t dangerous.

It was just undeniably real.

And in spaces built on denial,

truth looks like trouble.

This post is for anyone who’s ever been misread —

not because you were unstable,

but because you were already whole.

Some of us don’t fit the frame.

And we’re not supposed to.

Because we’re not here to be manageable.

We’re here to be real.

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