In 2009, I entered a national writing compeition hosted by the charity GetConnected. I was selected, and so one of my works became a screenplay, then a short movie, which was premiered on the red carpet in Covent Garden to guests such as Anne Hathaway and Jason Isaacs. I was smitten ever since.

Somewhere around here I realised I was queer (hooray!) and still somehow ended up with a primary boyfriend (boo…) but was also non-monogamous and uninterested in the traditional idea of relationships so could do whatever I wanted (hooray!)

I became a young Black British author breaking into a closed world. My debut novel, "I Don't Remember You" was long-listed for the Polari First Book Prize in 2011. It was also featured at Gay's The Word bookstore in London.

Went on to study Creative Writing at Oxford University.

In May 2014, I launched their latest book, "The Authorship Program®" - a revolutionary 12-week immersive experience that uses spirituality and personal development to help writers conquer fear in their creative lives.

I then started the empire you see before you today in terms of The Authorship Program® the foundational program + other movements, and also wrote over 160 stories, poems and plays.

My ENTIRE family betrayed me financially based on this, my first major success. You haven’t truly known betrayal, until your entire family turns into demons and all try to attack you, all on the same exact fateful day.

Without anyone to support me or even know where I was, I was stuck without them, and my relationship turned abusive.

At this point I had no support system, dwindling/controlled funds, no contact with family, my 11 year relationship turned abusive PLUS a new 3 year abusive relationship with an entirely new girl called Amy (since I was non-monogamous!) who I would argue was worse. I developed BPD. All was a blur.

I then also dated another woman (Emonie) who became my only salvation, as well as our mutual friend Shayanne - and it still took me another year to get out.

There was one entire year where I couldn't get out of bed. The 27 club almost got me gooooooood.

Dramatic escape via Emonie's financial support, and Shayanne's car, when I was metaphorically being taken to a "second location" (aka Sam and his mother were preparing to traffic/move me even further from home).

I then stayed in a hostel/safehouse over a year, alone, without interacting with a single other soul besides my best friend (long-distance, via socials) and the cleaner, before making enough money to get back to London. (again, that good friend and her car).

I ended up living with a lively bunch of ragtag Spanish people (and also depression for an entire year, again woohoo!) then finally got my own place.

Despite my original, birthright theory that "THIS IS MY REAL JOB" - I sucumbed to fear and peer pressure for a bit and joined the corporate world, yay! Can't truly knock it or write about it until I try it, right...? (Ugh.)

At MVF Global, I generated millions in revenue through my content portfolio.

My division was at Startups.co.uk, where I became Head of the LGBTQ network, a DEI force, and an internal strategist.

I started dating a narcissist named Chloe Gounder-Forbes. After a year I started living with her because she was unemployed. I got her gigs and paid her mortgage so she wouldn't lose her home.

Joined Capital One, where corporate racism surfaced — quietly, then violently. Lauren Apfel, a disgusting white supremacist, sabotaged my career; This is where rage first became prophecy for me, but I didn't know what to do with it yet. Agreement reached on her miserable, nasty, racist behalf.

In return for all my love and effort, Chloe cheated on me, told her ex I was "crazy" because I called her out on it, kicked me out, and tried to get me jailed on false charges so she wouldn't look bad in front of her family have to pay me back over £5000. Good times.

DEPRESSION DEPRESSION SUICIDE WHAT AM I GOING TO DO LAUREN APFEL & THAT BITCH CHLOE HAVE RUINED MY LIFE SUICIDE SUICIDAL IDEATION WHAT AM I GOING TO DO.

I ended up in another "half-way" house for a short while due to the abruptness of the BS, before reconnecting with an old childhood friend - "The Chef".

Joined Epos now - another large corporate job, a pay boost, etc. And you'd never guess - racism again. Sexism. Men intimidated by me. Lawsuit pending.

DEPRESSION DEPRESSION SUICIDE - but wait. I'd learnt everything I needed to survive this from that cunt Lauren Apfel - so I'd been documenting everything I could possibly ever need as evidence this time. I was about to get paiiiiiiddddd! 💸

Life started looking up.

That childhood friend? "The Chef"? we found love in a hopeless place that summer. (I just know Chloe was fuming after throwing me away to die. 😊❤️)

A health checkup and - an autism diagnosis. (The leasttttt of my worries tbh.) The world still didn't make sense to me, people's cruelty still didn't make sense to me, but at least I had some kind of possible "reason" why certain people had been such weirdos to me in the past, and why I'd been so vulnerable to it.

The depression turned to RAGE.

I didn't want to be sad anymore.

No one was going to have the power to kill me off, anymore.

NO FUCKING MORE.

This era became the raw material for Rage Couture™, Revenge Capitalism™, and The Betrayal Tapes.

I'd gained all the neccessary pains, heartbreaks and lessons needed to get back to my real job without any regrets. I began rebuilding my life from scratch, and the empire I had previously abandoned for "normal life" against every fibre and internal signal in my body.

I started feeling...what is this emotion...happiness again...?! 😊😊😊😊😊

I started articulating the philosophy that would become The New Economy.

I refined Rage Couture™, High Concept Healing™, and Revenge Capitalism™.

I conceptualised The Stack™, my ritual boxes, my narrative shows, my public mythology.

I built Studio Talk, Founders Notes, and The Stephanie Lennox Show.

I began building my creative dynasty and its future architecture.

I officially chose My Identity for this new era: The Priestess of The New Economy.

My relationship with Andre becomes mythic lore: The Priestess & The Chef.

I Begin Building My Cultural Empire Publicly

This was the quiet gestation and final form of my empire.

I couldn't be prouder. And now I have some boss stories to tell.

My philosophy becomes mainstream.

My licensing era begins.

The Lennox Trust begins to take shape.

My philanthropic and political footprint grows.

My creative dynasty enters its public phase.

My life becomes a blueprint for a new kind of creative existence.

This is the plan - and so it will be. Asé.