Someone mailed a glitter bomb to my yoga studio.

Yes, apparently, this is a thing, a horrible thing people do. It was disguised as a canister of incense. “Stargazer” it said. But inside was proof that someone intentionally spent time, energy, and money to try to hurt me.

Someone intended for it to explode in my face into a cloud of purple and gold—the colors of my cheerleading team. The girls I coach. The young women I protect fiercely.

And the space they sent it to? The one I intentionally built to be a safe space for women supporting other women. A space I built after surviving a school shooting and an abusive marriage.

So let me be clear about something:

This wasn’t a joke.
This was targeted.
This was meant to rattle me.
It was meant to silence me.
It didn’t work - let’s be honest, when has that ever worked?

I’ll admit - it activated layers of trauma that I’ve worked so hard to heal.
It made me question my safety—again.

It brought up those old feelings that the world is scary and people are bad. And while the police have a list of the bad people who might have done this to me, I know far more good people than those on that list.
It reminded me that there are still people in this world who feel so threatened by someone shining that they try to break the light. But there are far more people supporting my shine.

But what it didn’t do - make the mess you intended, because as someone with PTSD and C-PTSD, I move through the world with heightened awareness and knew not to open it fully.

And it also didn’t stop me.