This weekend I prepared to share the story of my career, and how in hindsight I can see patterns that emerged. Though I didn’t get to share my journey in its entirety (I am rescheduled to do so at a later date), I decided to share on this here blog for those who may be… Continue reading There is Purpose in the Process
My personal experience is that the world has been kinder to me being a woman, than it has to me being a Black woman (see my post on this if you have any questions). Yet and still, there are certain precautions I naturally take without even thinking about it when I am out and about… Continue reading Are Movies Causing Stalking?
A very long time ago I envisioned what my life would be like. But then I grew up and learned that I was completely wrong. Anyone else been there?🙋🏾♀️🙋🏾♀️🙋🏾♀️ Still, somewhere deep in the crevices of my heart there were some things there that were hidden, even from me, and God made sure to bring them to pass. Being a writer is one of those things.
As soon as I heard the Hawaiian people’s native calls echoing in the atmosphere, chills caressed my arms and my mind flashed back to a time where I didn’t even exist when African tribal groups released a similar sound. I knew in that moment, we were all the same. So many cultures have that same history of tribal people groups, navigating the land God gave them, being good to it, and reaping from the benefit of those nurturing acts. The land was good to them and in return, it flourished.
How many Christians and church people are conducting their faith out of fear? I’m sure there are too many. What I learned through this experience, is that, just as scripture says, nothing can separate us from His love. After my healing, I learned to be more free in my faith, and I was released from feeling like I always needed to make the right choice.
How many are walking around today who look perfectly normal? How many appear to have it all together when their internal world is falling apart? You would be surprised. Many are probably surprised at this post. I have shared in parts about my struggle with mental health issues before, but never to this degree. I hope that someone is encouraged that even though it can take a while, the pain does end.
I am not even going to get into how my mental health took a nose dive during this process. I am not even going to share the unfair racial treatment I know was at work in these medical professional’s responses. I am not even going to share the details of how I was never given any form of medication through this whole process. I am only going to say I hit my breaking point and cried out to the Lord.
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?