Sanctuary, Clarity, Sovereignty—These are principles I have built from lived experience, shaped into a way of being that serves not just me, but all who seek to honor voice, work, and respect.
There are moments when silence is no longer an option because it begins to feel like complicity in your own erasure. After a recent experience with mimicry that felt all too familiar, I sat down to name the truth of it. This is an open letter to the patterns—and the people—that take without asking.
Dear wellness blogger‑journalist, and others who mimic the creative work of others,
I write these words not to accuse, but to name a truth that continues to sting.
When inspiration is borrowed without acknowledgment, when cadence is echoed without even a private message of appreciation, it leaves the source unseen. The timing is hard to ignore. When mimicry shows up right after I’ve found my own clarity, the lack of acknowledgment feels like a deliberate choice.
This is not the first time I have lived through such mimicry.
In my first and second blogs, I watched others lift my language and cadence, even entire frameworks I had built. One blogger mirrored my work on the “sigma woman,” adopting my tone and style so closely that a third-party editor confirmed it was an imitation.
In condominium governance and committee work, the committee chairman rehashed my intel and insights, presenting them to the HOA board as his own.
And even the property manager has repeated back to me a few times the very information he learned from me, forgetting the source until I had to reclaim it with the words: “Sa akin galing yan, eh! (That came from me!).”
Each time, the sting is the same. Mimicry without attribution is not flattery. Flattery honors the source — it looks like sending a note that says, “Your work inspired me, and I wanted you to know.” Mimicry erases the source, blurs the lines, and dismisses the cost of creating something born of lived experience.
This letter is not about policing language. It is about propriety, respect, and the sovereignty of voice. Even a private message of thanks would have honored the source. Even a simple acknowledgment would have transformed mimicry into resonance. Without that, what remains is silence — and silence is dismissal.
I have named my truth, and that is enough. Whether you read this or not, whether you recognize yourself in these lines or not, the intention stands: to honor clarity, to call for propriety, and to reclaim the sovereignty of voice. Whoever needs to hear this will be led to it.
This is my sanctuary. And in this sanctuary, I am finally home.
Standing in Truth,
— Thea 💙
To anyone who happens to find this piece: welcome to Thea’s Truths & Thresholds. I’ve learned that the best way I can honor you is to stay honest with myself first. My hope is that by finding my own clarity, I might help you find yours, too. But if these words stay here in the quiet, that’s okay, too. Read more about the intention of Thea’s Truths & Thresholds here, A Letter to Myself: Why I am Building Thea’s Truths & Thresholds.
This is my sanctuary. And in this sanctuary,
I am finally home.
A Note on a New Direction:
I launched Thea’s Truths & Thresholds back in early December 2025—tentatively at first, trying to find the right way to share what sixty years of living had taught me about clarity, belonging, and building spaces that feel like home. On 13 January 2026, I published A Letter to Thea from the Wise One Within—and in writing it, I finally gained clarity on what this space was always meant to be.
Starting that same day, I’m letting this blog take a more personal shape. I’ll be writing letters to myself and holding dialogues with the different voices that live within me—the frustrated part, the grounded part, the one that sees the bigger picture, and other parts of myself. Traditional reflections will still find their way here when they need to be shared, but this deeper, more intimate path is what calls to me now. It’s the only way to keep building this sanctuary with honesty and heart.
Thea's Truths & Thresholds 