Of course, it was still going to be a while before I would see some real progress in my healing journey. My mind, at this point, felt like it was being eaten alive by rats and like they were gnawing at my brain. I so desperately wanted relief.
What tools are you using in fighting your experience with mental health? Do you have someone or people in your life to confide in with your battle?
What natural gifts do you have that you are not paying too much attention to? What desires are stirring in your heart that could indicate your calling, purpose, identity and destiny?
All of a sudden, I became afraid to make the next move. All of a sudden, I became afraid to make the wrong move. I had these thoughts in my mind that said, “What if I am outside of God’s will if I apply to this job? What if I am outside of the will of God if I apply to that job? What if, what if, what if…”Have you been there? Do you struggle with excessive, compulsive thoughts that have no rhyme, reason or even logic to them?
This new project will be a greater revelation of the Father’s love and passion for us, His beloved, but it won’t be in the typical fashion that has been bound by the four walls of the church. Instead, it will be reaching out, with arms of love in these character’s day-to-day journeys
I yell full sentences filled with illustrative threats exuding smoldering animosity. Over and over he does what I tell him not to do. I watch as he stares longingly at the untouchable object as if it holds some magical spell over him with its inanimate power. His full, rounded body tenses with desire pulsing along… Continue reading Lessons From A Young Feline (Poem)
I remember the time I was stirred from my sleep by the sound and sight of a young Black man being chased by a mob of white male students while being called the N-word, and the entire year when bricks were thrown through Black students’ apartment windows. There’s even the time when a brick was thrown through the window when I was working as a crisis hotline counselor because I would not support KKK propaganda while taking a hotline call. I lived in fear as a student there.
I have been blessed to have found an outlet for the current of life, in my friendships. These women have adopted me into their hearts and named me their sister. They say the word so effortlessly and fill it with a grace that smooths out my broken edges and difficult ways. They have been the very sponges to polish my jarring weaknesses. They have been God’s hands to uphold me in the midst of trauma, loss, heartbreak, and pain.
Living single during a pandemic is no easy task. Once upon a time you found your world bombarded with girl’s night outs, networking events, and maybe even “Netflix and chill” time with bae. Then suddenly, the girls were quarantining, zoom calls sabotaged the in-person wine/coffee meet-ups, and how do you meet bae when there’s no social events to meet him/her at?
We are whole. We do not bleed from childhood brokenness and trauma that traveled with us into the season of adulthood. They were halted at the onset of puberty. Or better yet, at the creation in the womb.
Is it better to wait knowingly, when it’s hard and the anxiety and uncertainty of the future is your companion, but the fruit of the waiting is that your desire is adequately fulfilled in the very best possible way?