Fibroids I survived them
This is a three post sharing my experience of fibroids. My experience was life altering. Whatever is right for you do it. No woman has to struggle with this in silence.. be silent no more
Sometimes you need to stop…. then keep going! And that’s ok
Sometimes you need to stop…. then keep going! It’s called self care. You ever feel like the weight of who you have to be is weighing you down? As if just showing up is way more than you can handle. That dinner you’ve been invited to. Going to work. Or something even simpler like getting… Continue reading Sometimes you need to stop…. then keep going! And that’s ok
Get over it ..they say
If your leg is broken or someone experiences the loss of a love one .. People understand there will be sadness… Society is ok with that… Society is not ok with emotional pain caused by trama .. Why? Cause they can’t see it… Pray.. They say… Just put it behind you.. They say… That happened… Continue reading Get over it ..they say
Imagine it … you are 7 yrs of
Imagine it …. you have to do it! You have to open the door. You don’t have an option. You can feel your stomach trembling. Your guts are moving trying to reach your back bone. Your breathing is actually quick gasps for air. You are shaking inside but you know not to shake outside. “Think… Continue reading Imagine it … you are 7 yrs of
Saying good bye to my therapist…
As I’ve known this day would come I have pondered over what would be the most appropriate and best way to say what my time with you has meant…This is what I came up with… You are my mental mother. You helped/supported/encouraged and guided the little girl inside the person who sits before you today.… Continue reading Saying good bye to my therapist…
Alone time
Amazing how much things change they stay the same… as a child growing up being abused I would feel as safe as I could when I was in my room alone…. but I hated it…. the being alone part… always thought I couldn’t wait to be with people .. around people and have people in… Continue reading Alone time
Doesn’t anyone want me here…?
Doesn’t anyone want me here? I was born as a result of carefree living No wait .. It was more as a token to be used for gain She had me and used me to get what she wanted I was a token to be used for bartering to get what she needed…. “Cute baby” they… Continue reading Doesn’t anyone want me here…?
