The Black Hole: Swim Your Way to the Truth by Yolonda D. Coleman (2023).

How could I be "fine" and drowning all at the same time. Since my biological parents died, I swam through a black hole that choked the life out of me while searching for my truth. As much as I felt elevated, I was breathing through tiny holes of life's shrink wrap. Slowly things I loved were taken from me; I learned that nothing is sealed tight--family, physical beauty, talent; they could vanish like follicles falling from the crown of our heads. I was once fierce and unafraid walking through alleyways in the middle of the night in D.C. to get home. However, the more I lived, the more I began to take on the fears and insecurities of others that I became unrecognizable--even to myself. In my mind, I was the crust of the world, and my shine was being buffed away like muted tones of a brass band. I stopped living out loud. I was burrowed. 

...then 47 hit. Oh, baby! It hit like a Thunder Cat's roar! That light started teasing and taunting me to follow it like a childhood friend. "Come on! Let's go play" it whispered in a dark moment. "God's got us! Just jump in!" ...and into the light I jumped. The black hole is afraid of me now. It's afraid of the purpose I was given since I was hidden in a 14 year-old girl's womb. It is afraid that I'm going to truly affect the lives of little girls and little boys who lack confidence in my classes. It's afraid that my archery game is so sharp that I WILL NOT MISS! I even made it afraid of the son it tried to kill before his conception, during my pregnancy, and 11 months into his life.

It's time to fly as we all remember who, whose, and WHAT we are while refusing to believe someone else's version of us. Let's get it done!