04/01/2025
🕊️ Journal Entry | 3.30.25 | 8:53 PM
“The night of the storm. The boom. The drop.”
Hello, my love. It’s me, Nikk.
The night everything changed—I felt it. The storm. The energetic boom. The drop into surrender. I did it. I’m here. I stepped into the moment of my highest potential, and the only reason it’s happening is because I chose it. I made the decision. I said yes.
I’m not here to prove anything anymore. I’m here to do the work of love. Of light. Of truth. Call it Christ consciousness, call it Source, call it your gut. But today, I finally surrendered into it.
Not for me.
Not for him.
For you.
I’m here to show you what’s possible when you stop abandoning yourself. You’re allowed to love every part of you. It’s not selfish—it’s selfless. Because when you show up for you, you give others permission to do the same.
And yeah—I know when I said I was in the psych ward, it might’ve scared you. You might’ve thought, “Is this girl okay? She needs help.” Let me tell you—I got it. I’m okay. More than okay. I understand deeply. This may be a truth bomb you weren’t expecting, but I’m sharing every part of myself because I want to. This is my story. And I’m not afraid of it anymore.
I also honor the privacy of my life, my family, and I know how scary awakenings can be—not just for me, but for the people who love me. This isn’t just happening to me. It’s happening through me, for all of us. And I’m more aware than ever of how intense it is to witness someone you love start to shift, start to see.
I’m sharing this because maybe you—or someone you know—is experiencing something unknown. Something labeled. Something misunderstood. Maybe even something diagnosed as a “medical condition,” or stamped with words like “incompetent” or “intermediate.”
Well baby, just because I’m intermediate in your world…
Let me hold up the mirror real quick.
Wink wink. 😌
There’s a difference between being confident and being a bitch. And I know which one I am. I trust my words will find the right people—the misfits, the overlooked, the ones who got picked last, who were silenced, or never even given the chance to speak.
I’m doing this for us. Because I deserve to be heard.
And so do you.
This is me. For real.
Even now, while my mom’s telling me to go to bed (at 8:58 lol), Elvis is spinning in circles trying to get comfy, and the energy in the room is wild—I’m calm. I get it. It’s the frequency. It’s the shift. It’s me activating. And yeah, some people don’t know how to handle it—but I still love them. Because I see them. And being seen is what heals.
To the patriarchy, to the old paradigm—yeah, I’m calling you out.
And to every Ken out there? I see you too. The ones evolving, softening, learning to lead with heart. I honor you.
To the ones who couldn’t handle my heat—this is my kitchen. No one’s forcing you to eat here. But you showed up, didn’t you?
So listen closely:
I. Love. You.
Even the scumbags. Even the confused. Even the hurt.
Because I’ve seen a different side of the masculine lately. One that’s tender. One that’s real. One that’s safe. And for once—I’m not running. I’m watching. I’m healing. I’m rising.
My name is Ashley Nicole White. And I am HER. Alive. Awake. Unapologetic.
And if my language offends you?
I’m kinda sorry.
But also? These are just words. To me, they carry weight. Emotion. Truth. It’s a secret language—if you get it, you get it. If you don’t, you don’t.
And if you think my words are disrespectful...
I think yours are too.
So BAM BAM TURKEY AND HAM BITCHHHHHHH 😂🔥
And as a good friend once said:
“Try and come, for, my job…” 😏💅
Also—please, if you're just now finding out about all this… know that it’s still fresh. Not everyone was contacted directly—because I chose it that way. I kindly ask that you respect how I’m moving through this. I’m not asking you to follow along. I’m just using social media as a message board for those who feel my love and authenticity. And trust me—I asked myself the same thing you’re probably thinking:
“Is this too soon?”
Bitch mind your business and stay in your lane 😂 You don’t think I asked myself that question before I hit post? Come on now. But there is nothing like the NOW.
And for my highest and best interest, I will soon be changing my phone number again. This is not out of disrespect. It’s simply me choosing boundaries and honoring my peace. I now know I’m allowed to do that. I’m allowed to let divine timing do its thing.
So if you'd like to work with me 1:1, there’s a waitlist linked in my bio.
This change is not because of anyone specific—it’s just for my own well-being and the privacy of myself and my family.
If it’s meant to be—it will be.
Thank you.
Good night.
And good morning.
P.S.✨ BeyondNikk: Season 2 incoming… ✨
Let’s go.
