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Heal Through Writing

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Your 1:1 Counseling session with the Holy Spirit. When the trauma can not be vocalized, smear the lines with the release of your tears. Fill the pages with liquid prayers, and healing is available to you. No longer will you be bound by hurt, pain, or disappointment. Your growth nor will your destiny be stagnant because the identity the trauma created keeps you from being who God has called you. Your time is now; soul care is essential. Materials Needed: Journal (Ear of God) Pen (Your Aaron) Nakedness (Vulnerability)  At times during this process, God may begin to open you up to you. Do not misinterpret dreams as being for someone else. God also deals with you in your dreams, so journal what the Spirit reveals. Journal the unresolved issues and confront them with the Word of God, confession, repentance, and forgiveness. This is your journal; be bold and write what you would never speak. Do the work necessary to get free and stay free.  Identify the problem:  Health problem Thought proce

Family Anatomy, Wide Awake Part II

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  So here I am in this lifeless city. How long will I be here this time? I do not want to get comfortable, but I have already been here two days too many. Every street reminded me of my childhood as I walked through, looking for shelter. While I grew up devalued if I made the simplest mistake, male family members did the bare minimum and were exalted. If they failed, it was the women in the family's fault. I learned early men are not to be held accountable.  Wounds such as these were so deep I fought not to succumb to them. Even when I stood up for myself, I felt defeated. Men could do no wrong, but my breathing was an issue if I breathed too deeply. On many levels, I understood that growing up in a black household was one of the hardest things to do.  Explaining something to a man meant I castrated him with my mouth. Not being a doormat meant I was not submissive, and walking away told me I was weak. A woman can’t win. When did this start? Was it the misogyny we are governed by th

The Self-Silencing Effect

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  Did you grow up believing that anything you said was wrong? It did not matter what someone did to you; you were awful for talking about it in any way. Unfortunately, this continues to haunt us as adults today. Most of us don't seek therapy to overcome the imprint left by our parents because they make us feel bad for speaking our truth.  In my childhood, my family told me and convinced others I had the worst attitude ever, so speaking up later in life was crippling for me. This has always been how I have been portrayed and felt about myself. My past made me keep quiet while I got trampled over, so I did not want to come off as an evil person by setting boundaries. During a brief stay with my aunt and her boyfriend in Madison, TN, that man spoke to me in the most deplorable ways, and my aunt tolerated it. One evening after school, he entered their apartment, asking me what I was watching on TV. After I answered him, he told me, "You won't be shit watching this bullshit.&qu

Dream KIllers

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Photo by  Bruce Christianson  on  Unsplash Dreams are your ambitions or visions (visions we see as we sleep). Dream killers refer to factors, people, or circumstances that can hinder, demotivate, or completely stop an individual from pursuing their ambitions or vision for their lives. When we have dreams or see visions, they often align with a higher purpose, and killing those kills the aspiration. Before becoming knowledgeable through studying and meditation, I relied on those I thought were well-versed to understand what I saw. Some of my dreams were self-explanatory, while others were symbolic and required a greater understanding. At that time, I was unsure of my gift, so I sought help. To most of our understanding, dream killers are those who "hate" on us, telling us we can not achieve that which we set out to do. We understand they speak ill of our goals and constantly put us down. Some of us will say they are family members, "friends," or co-workers who

Forgery

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  As I entered the art gallery, I was amazed by each piece. I took my time before I made my decision. Brushing up on my skills, I learned as much as possible about art, how to care for the piece, and how much certain pieces are worth. I even worked with coaches to heal the compulsive part of me, the part that would've chosen the first one I saw and liked solely based on looks. A particular piece spoke to me. I was utterly drawn in by the memories it flooded my mind with. The colors, the way it spoke, the things it said, and its beauty made me want to know it more profoundly. Before purchasing it, I decided to get more acquainted with it. I visited and spent time with it before I made my decision. Although I took my time at some point, I thought it was too fast. I purchased it and brought it home. This perfect piece of art, hanging in the ideal spot, spoke to me more and more deeply. However, after several months, it did not talk as before. When I looked at it, something had changed

What If

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  Life is a tapestry of countless 'what ifs,' each thread sparking curiosity and perhaps a hint of anxiety. These hypothetical scenarios often lead us to ponder the different paths our lives could have taken based on our choices. 'What if I had chosen a different partner?' 'What if I had moved to a different city?' These questions can be both intriguing and paralyzing, as they open a window to alternate realities that are simultaneously fascinating and elusive. While it is natural to wonder about these alternate paths, it is crucial not to let them overshadow the present moment. Reflecting on 'what ifs' can be a powerful tool for self-discovery, offering valuable insights into our desires and motivations. They can help us understand our values and priorities. For instance, if you often wonder about a different career path, it may be a sign that you seek more fulfillment in your current job. By analyzing these thoughts, you can make more informed decision

Faces of Grief

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       New Morning, New Mercies, Recommit     After losing both of my grandmothers and an aunt last year, I realized that grief was a strange place. In addition to physically losing them, I had to withdraw my energy from several. If 2023 were a chapter title, it would be “Dark Night of the Soul.” I was tired and no longer cared if I talked to certain people, and masks began to fall off faces. I accepted where I was and the red flags I pretended were not red that ultimately held me back. By the end of 2023, I had curated a plan to move forward and navigate life differently. I needed to step back, recalibrate, and begin again.  My paternal grandmother passed in January 2023. I was figuring out a lot about my personal life during that time. I realized who had my best interest at heart and determined what I would do about it. It was a lot going on. Her passing caused me to think a lot about my life and the legacy I wanted to leave behind. Grandma Gus was a great woman; we had many conversa