Adria Moses

04/23/2026

“Which me will survive all these liberations?” Audre knew what questions to ask.

In therapy today, I spoke about how different things have been since my surgery. Like internally, emotionally, mentally.

I truly did not know how bad it was inside. I’ve had Crohn’s since I was 12 years old and I have learned to adjust year after year. To make no excuses. To show up regardless. To live in pain.

But this is not honorable. It’s not how things should be. I can feel myself softening. I can tell that my nervous system is exiting a chronic fight or flight. I genuinely feel safer in my body.

I’ve been told I’m so strong my whole life, but who am I outside of my resilience? I want to hear how sweet I am, how gentle and loving I am. I want to know myself in different ways.

If you’ve ever had to be resilient and if you’ve ever had the opportunity to take your armor off, I hope for you too that this era is one you do not recognize. And you enter it unafraid because you have survived the unthinkable already.

04/21/2026

Here I am.

3 months post op from a 7+ hour surgery where my entire small intestine was found wrapped in scar tissue like a cocoon, 6 abnormal tunnels had to be cut out of my bowel, and my abdominal wall had to be fully reconstructed just to close me back up.

For weeks I couldn’t eat. A line into my heart delivered nutrition straight to my bloodstream.

Today I’m eating real food, my PICC line is out, and I’m standing on my own two feet. I owe so much of my recovery to community.

We are $4,000 from our $30,000 goal. Link in bio if you’ve been thinking about it.

04/20/2026

TW: domestic violence.

Today, a father killed 8 children in Shreveport, Louisiana. Ages 18 months to 12 years old. One was found on the roof trying to escape.

I grew up in a home where weapons were a language. I know what it is to be small and afraid and frozen inside the place that was supposed to keep you safe.

I’m not frozen anymore.

Domestic violence is not a private matter. It never was. We keep calling it a family issue while children pay with their lives.

We do not have an awareness problem. We have a will problem.

We have the data. We have the hotlines. We have the awareness campaigns. We know that domestic violence disproportionately kills women and children. We know the warning signs. We know the cycle.

But knowing has not made us act differently—as communities, as systems, as a country. We don’t intervene. We don’t fund shelters adequately. We return children to dangerous homes. We tell women to “work it out.” We protect the abuser’s reputation over the victim’s life.

Who are we, if not the ones who finally choose the children?

Imagine a world where we did.

04/19/2026

I used to think healing meant to be over the past, to be regulated always, to forgive and forget.

But as I mature, I recognize that healing is so much of acceptance. Healing is learning about yourself especially if you were told who you were growing up. Healing is recognizing what the past did to the present and with everything you have, not allowing it to dictate your future. Healing under racism, patriarchy, capitalism is finding ways to feel safe in your body (again). Healing is protection and provision. Healing is something many never have the courage to do.

See everyone thinks healing is something you start and complete. But I know, underneath it all, is the rest of it. I don’t mind what I find along the way.

I have no shame in all this pain that belongs to me. Because there is joy in healing in a world that would prefer me hurt.

04/16/2026

Dad called last week. Left a message in tongues. Turns out I need Jesus. Turns out I’m no good.

Haven’t seen him in 8 years, but I still remember his stature. Ever since I was little, I was wrong. Growing into a woman with a backbone is even worser.

My first run in with the patriarchy was at 26410 Somerset Dr. I was 4 years old and I was ‘fast’. I was compared to Halle Berry (at that time she was the sexiest woman alive). I was 4 years old.

Turns out I’m no good. Turns out I’m the one who needs Jesus.

I envy people who get to bury their parents. I wouldn’t wish the living dead on anyone.

Dad called last week. Left a message in tongues. Turns out I’m no good. Turns out I need Jesus.

04/15/2026

Even when I was scared to leave, I left anyways. When I was scared to speak, I spoke anyways. When I was scared to die, I lived anyways. When God offered something better, I closed my eyes and opened my hands.

Do not be afraid, there is wisdom in uncertainty and life on the other side of your familiar suffering.

04/13/2026

3 months post op and I genuinely don’t look like someone who had their organs removed, their abdominal wall sutured closed, and their skin stapled shut, but that’s exactly what happened.

Recovery has been real, but I’m moving forward and feeling good. So grateful for everyone who has shown up for me through this 🫶🏼

We are $4,500 away from our $30,000 goal. If you’ve been thinking about giving or sharing, now is the time. Link in bio.

04/12/2026

I hope I am always learning, always changing. Too good for some s**t, not good enough for other s**t. I like being in this body, I voyage its landscapes. The peaks. The valleys. I hope I am always about the terrain (and) never about the buildings on top of it.

04/12/2026

04/09/2026

I don’t want to teach a healing that’s absent of rage.

This poem came from sitting with that truth—that anger, fully embodied, can be both a weapon and a shield. Written by me for 🖤

04/08/2026

I’ve been writing, A LOT. It’s been my solace in recovery and the only way I’ve been able to make sense of the times we are navigating.

I have learned a thing or two, surviving abuse for most of my life. Gaslighting, threats to end your life, surveillance. Living in America is not that much different from domestic violence in a home.

If you’ve been wondering what to do, you feel overwhelmed, or you simply need a few sentiments to hold on to, I wrote this for you, and for me.

Your awareness is not weakness, it’s wisdom. Feeling the weight of what’s happening means you’re paying attention. People who named it early in history weren’t paranoid, they were right. Our discomfort is a signal, not a malfunction. Protect that clarity.

You come from people who survived the unsurvivable. Whatever our lineage, our ancestors lived through things that should have erased them and couldn’t. That’s not just our history, it is our biology. That resilience is literally encoded in us. We didn’t arrive at this moment fragile, no. We arrived equipped.

Hopelessness is a feeling, not a forecast. The future is genuinely unknown. History has surprised us for things have collapsed faster than feared, and things have turned around faster than anyone expected. Feeling hopeless is valid. Believing hopelessness as fact is a trap. Hold the feeling loosely.

Sustainable resistance requires sustainable people. We cannot give what we do not have and martyrdom isn’t a strategy. Rest, joy, community, taking care of your health—these aren’t escapes, they are necessity. The systems that be grind us down. They want us exhausted, uninformed and isolated. Refusal is resistance.

Find your lane and stay in it. One of the most paralyzing things about dark times is the scale of everything wrong at once. I know this well. We are not here to fix all of it. Find the thing you can do: your neighborhood, your skill, your voice, your presence and do that thing with all your might.

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04/06/2026

Softness can and will survive. We are not alone. I know who I am *and* whose I am. I am supported in both action *and* in rest. I never have to do too much.🪻