This Morning Call is for the woman who met herself at 4 a.m. — when the room was dark and the truth arrived softly, like a butterfly… and then stung like hell. That moment wasn’t punishment. It was the beginning. Today we go back to that truth, the one that stripped away the bullshit and said, “I can’t live like this anymore.” You don’t need perfection. You don’t need a glow-up. You just need to remember that sting — your compass, your north star — and honour it. Not today, lady. Not today.