I remember one time I was talking to my therapist and I was going on and on about someone not liking me and how I knew they didn’t like me because they had done and/or said “XYZ”. She let me go on my rant and list out every single reason I felt like this person… Continue reading I Hate the Color Turquoise
As a child, I was taught, “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” As an adult, I’ve learned that spoken words can cause more damage than a stick or a stone. The things sticks or stones damage can be repaired. The things words damage; your reputation, your credibility, your… Continue reading Reclaiming My Name
After a very confusing and frustrating conversation with a friend during a manic episode…I want to talk about a subject that’s very taboo in the African American community. A subject that is ever so prevalent but quite often swept under the rug. I want to talk about mental health. Depression, Bipolar Disorder, Personality Disorders and… Continue reading The Silent Struggle
2015 went nothing, and I mean NOTHING like I imagined. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely had some amazingly fun moments, but overall, 2015 was a year of lessons. Often painful, confusing and seemingly unfair lessons. Lessons I was not even remotely prepared for. I couldn’t cheat, phone a friend or use a lifeline.… Continue reading Goodbye 2015
Day 30, Day 1, Every single day. God, I can’t begin to thank you for all the things you’ve done for me. I know that I’ve been blessed and I don’t take anything for granted. You’ve held my hand when I was afraid, guided me when I didn’t know which way to turn, and… Continue reading Day 30: My Heavenly Father
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