Capitalism Is the Ultimate Abuser: A Creator’s Truth From the Edges of Exile

There are truths we carry quietly until the weight of them becomes impossible to ignore. Here is mine: capitalism is the ultimate abuser. It masquerades as opportunity, sells itself as stability, and conditions us to believe that suffering is noble as long as it serves the system. It grooms, love-bombs, gaslights, discards, and demands gratitude for the privilege of surviving it.

I didn’t learn this in theory, I learned it in the most intimate ways a creator can. Over the last five years, I’ve lived the consequences of refusing to be controllable. I cycled through more than fifteen temporary places - lofts, hotels, Airbnbs, family homes, and rentals poisoned by mold and radon. That alone would break most people. I lost or had to discard my belongings multiple times, each loss carving another piece of my life away. I endured job promises that turned into betrayal, “opportunities” that became extraction, and collaborations that revealed their true intention only when I refused to shrink.

I faced bullying, public targeting, institutional abandonment, and the kind of professional destabilization that capitalism uses as a weapon when someone dares to hold their integrity. I knew instability not as an accident, but as a tactic. I knew the feeling of being punished simply for having a voice that couldn’t be contained. And yes, the city of New York was one of the stages where this played out - where I created, contributed, and built, only to watch the system recoil when I refused to bow. It’s ok, I didn’t.

Through all of it, capitalism expected submission. It expected me to be grateful, to remain silent, to continue producing while I was falling apart. Because that is how the system survives: by convincing people that their suffering is deserved and their silence is necessary.

But I am not a system’s dream. I am its disruption.

What capitalism never anticipated is that I don’t break in the ways it understands. I transmute. Every collapse became clarity. Every betrayal became fuel. Every forced reset became a deeper recognition of who I truly am. I did not crumble, I became sharper. I became undeniable.

That clarity is what birthed Glo. Not as a brand, not as a product, but as a reclamation. Glo exists because creation - real creation, not manufactured output, it is the ultimate rebellion. It exists because there are people like me who refuse to surrender their imagination to a system designed to suppress it. It exists because I saw, firsthand, what happens when a creator refuses to be owned.

I have been exiled - socially, economically, creatively, spiritually. But exile is not defeat. Exile is initiation. Exile is refinement. Exile is the space between who the world tried to force me to be and who I actually am.

Capitalism may be the ultimate abuser, but I am the force it can’t predict:

A creator who transforms every wound into power.

A woman who refuses to be silenced.

A visionary who builds what others can’t even imagine.

This blog post is the foundation for everything I’m creating next. It is the truth that many feel but few name. It is the opening to a movement rooted in integrity, imagination, and soul. And if you are reading this, you are already part of the beginning.