Category: Family
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Next Level Healing (domestic violence)
I am in that sweet spot. I’m so proud of myself for being brave enough to tell me the truth. The truth has set me free and I am so happy. I know how to be happy single that has never been my problem. I love myself and enjoy my own company.
I have peace of mind and I do not stress about what is going to happen from day to day because I have trusted God to bring me this far I can certainly trust God to go on alone. At this point in my life, I am not even interested in dating. I am so happy with just me and God. I just want to be free. Don’t want to walk on eggshells or consider anyone else’s anything. Life is not that hard.
I stayed in some situations in my life way past the expiration date. The red flags were thrown early and my Pollyanna ass just stepped over the flag and said, “Let me fix you. You have never been loved by me, my love will set you free.”
Ha! Ha! Ha! Now I understand what they mean when they say “Hopeless romantic.”
I do realize that it goes much deeper than that. I have recently learned about my trauma brain and trauma bonding. This information has helped me to understand why I or anyone that has been traumatized continues to choose people who will continue to traumatize us. Knowledge is powerful in that if used it is transformative. So, I said all that to say, I am ready for the next level of healing. This time I will be dealing with the trauma of domestic violence. Last time I dealt with childhood sexual trauma and rape. Every relationship except one has been abusive in one way or another.
It angers me that I have to UNDO WHAT HAS BEEN DONE UNTO ME. But it must be done so that my traumatic DNA will not be passed on to future generations of my family. I get it now. I have made great sacrifices for my healing and my main motivation has been my family. I didn’t want my Grandchildren’s legacy to be one of trauma. I had to protect them only way I knew how. That was for me to be the example.
I had to destroy the curse of pathology and dysfunction. I had to speak up and it cost me a lot. But I would do it again. God called me to bring awareness to the devastating affects of domestic violence and mental illness. Some have said, how can you be an advocate and educator when you were in a dv relationship? I believe that my experience is what gives me the passion to help others. When we know better we do better.
I just want us to support each other in our healing. In my experience people do not know how to help a victim of Domestic violence. Some say mind your business or they keep going back they must like it.
Nothing is further from the truth. She wants to be free. She just doesn’t know how to be free. We need to help her be free.
My African American HerStory
***My HerStory***
I hope she is proud of me. This is my Great Grandmother Bertha Sanders she transitioned in August of 1972. She was 80 years old. Her Father was an African Slave and her Mother was A Native American. She worked and was on her feet till the day she passed.. She had just been diagnosed with Heart Disease when she told us that she would not under any circumstances die in a “white man’s ” hospital. She said, “I am going to lay down, prop my feet up, close my eyes and go home.”
That is exactly how she transitioned. She laid down on the couch in the living room and closed her eyes and did not wake up.
I had gone to church and when I returned she was already gone. The coroner had taken her body. It was just my Grandmother and I left to fend for ourselves.
My Great Grandmother had what we now call a bucket list. She wanted a Family Reunion on her 80th Birthday July 4th. She wanted me to start going to church. This had not really been a priority because she prayed with me and read from the Psalms and Proverbs to me at night before bed.
After her death I swear I could hear her at times saying to me, “Nesie be a good girl.” I also remember that she would say to my Grandmother Mamie, “Give that girl whatever she wants.” I was her girl and forever will be.
I share this story in HONOR of Black History Month. My Great Grandmother is truly African American. This is why I am offended when society wants me to be reduced to a color.
There is only one race, the human race.This is my HerStory
I honor the Mamie and Bertha in me
the image they continue to give me is one of possibility
these women stood tall, I never saw their backs break
a slight bend now and again
but never broken
I never saw them without what they needed
they showed me with hard work anything can be defeated
I am not afraid to break a sweat
so you have not even seen the best of me yet
I am like my Great Grandmother Bertha,
she walked through this world on her own terms
she paid the price to decide
when to prop up her feet and die to flesh
this is who I am
my grandmother Mamie did the same thing
you would always her saying
I will go die before I lose my independence
and she left this world on her own terms
this is where I come from
backs do not break
we walk on through
our souls help us decide what to do
like their great, great, and great-granddaughter Melisa
even though they left her for dead
she has a mission
she will decide when it is time to go home
so I am going to be all right
this is where I come from
I have decided I have more work to do
more light to shine, more seeds to be sown before I go home
I am going to lay my burdens down
at Mamie, Bertha, Cara, and Margie’s feet
they are already free
and they are waiting on me to finish up this work
and come home and be free
by mozayik “the souls’ poet” 3.11.13
When Love is the Intention…..
Today at 3pm CST I will be interviewed by Marci Baptiste about being a Co-Author sharing my story of wisdom gleaned from living over 57 years ,in her Book ‘The Power of 50.
A lot has happened this year that was on my Vision Board for 2018. Being a published Author will give me more opportunities to not only produce interest in my Book ‘The Souls’ Poetry’, but also allows me to share an experience from my life as an 18 year old mother of three children. I share so that other young women will know they are not alone in their struggles and they can persevere in therapy. I want to show them that it is possible to recover.
I have tried performing, reciting my poetry and even sold t-shirts but my true calling is writing. I will always encourage women to heal. Therapy and God have been the ingredients needed to destroy patterns of abuse in my family.
Worthy Reflection (I’m priceless)
As I think back over my life in this reflective vibe I have been in lately, I see all the places in my life where I discounted my value. It saddens me to know that I did not see how immensely valuable my presence was in my family’s life.
Coming to Phoenix is exactly what I needed to realize my worth. To understand my influence and my purpose. Even when I was a very young woman considering placing my children for adoption, it was because I thought I could not be a good mother.
I now know that with this big ole heart that God gave me nothing could be further from the truth.
Now that I know what I bring to the table of life I see where my presence can make a difference in this world.
What I have to give my family, friends, community and partner is extremely valuable. Now that I know how to give from my overflow I am ready to continue this journey of healing. The next step is to continue to encourage women to heal with #GirlGetYouSomeHelp brand. I am not thru.
The next level is going to be Fantastic. I already have a vision but more than that I have a plan. Still basically the same mission but the HOW is clear. I am excited to see what the rest of this year will bring.
I started out with investing in myself and my business. I have grown greatly as a woman and as a business woman. My confidence is huge because I have built a support system of like minded business women that I follow.
I know more about me, so I can pace myself in all areas of my life. I know how to set boundaries now. I am not ruled by my emotions. Finding peace, contentment or happiness is a breath away now.
When I remember to breath and acknowledge gratefully where that breath comes from, all is well in my soul in the moment. Is not the moment all we have?
pray don’t worry “compartmentalize”
I pray so I don’t have to worry.
At 50 years old I learned in therapy the tools needed to cope. I essentially grew up. My family of origin was dysfunctional, so I was not aware of the pathology in my thinking that showed up in my behavior.
Therapy for me was examining behaviors that don’t serve me well, like catastrophizing. The understanding of why I do something helped me love myself unconditionally. I then had the confidence that I could reprogram and resetting my default to healthy thinking which fueled the change in how I respond to life’s challenges.
We say knowledge is power but it can only be powerful when we use what we have learned to change.
I had been known to freak out. To not be able to handle stress was my legacy. My family would deliberately keep things from me. They felt they had to protect me or I would collapse under the pressure.
After therapy I use the tool my therapist and I practiced, “compartmentalizing”.
It is inline with my now favorite motto or chant.
If you are going to pray, don’t worry and if you are going to worry don’t pray.
I had a situation come up yesterday that in the past would have sent me reeling straight into anger and then depression and the cycle would start. Depression, pain, and anger from feeling out control.
That is FEAR = False Evidence Appearing Real.
The truth is we have a choice to make moment to moment. We cant be happy and sad at the same exact moment. The brain does not work that way. And thank God because we would loose our choice or ability to be the miraculous human beings we are.
Our mindset is a choice. Our power lies in the fact we can create. We can think a thing, speak the thing and manifest a thing. It really is that simple.
I have changed. When things crop up and I don’t have the resources to solve the problem I am okay with allowing God to lead me to the solution.
Yesterday, I prayed and enjoyed the rest of my evening because there was nothing I could do about it at the time. I have learned to be present in the moment by compartmentalizing. I slept well last night. When I rose I went about my usual morning rituals. When I sat down and I allowed myself to think about it again, the problem was not as bad as I had initially thought.
No matter what I know I can trust God so I pray. Praying is giving it to God. But I don’t take it back by worrying about it. Breathing a sigh of relief, and smiling from the reassurance that it will all work out because I am in Gods will. Being happy moment to moment is the choice I make . Being present and Being grateful are the main keys to my happiness.
I am happy because I am grateful.
Best Year Ever
She is the reason I don’t believe in Fairytales. (there were no men in our house)
Mamie and Bertha in me
I honor the Mamie and Bertha in me
the image they continue to give me is one of possibility
these women stood tall, I never saw their backs break
a slight bend now and again
but never broken
I never saw them without what they needed
they showed me with hard work anything can be defeated
I am not afraid to break a sweat
so you have not even seen the best of me yet
I am like my Great Grandmother Bertha,
she walked through this world on her own terms
she paid the price to decide
when to prop up her feet and die to flesh
this is who I am
my grandmother Mamie did the same thing
you would always her saying
I will die before I lose my independence
and she left this world on her own terms
this is where I come from
backs do not break
we walk on through
our souls help us decide what to do
like their great, great, and great-granddaughter Melisa
even though they left her for dead
she has a mission
she will decide when it is time to go home
so I am going to be all right
this is where I come from
I have decided I have more work to do
more light to shine, more seeds to be sown before I go home
I am going to lay my burdens down
at Mamie, Bertha, Cara, Annie,
Essie and Margie’s feet
they are already free
and they are waiting for me to finish up this work
and come home and be free
by mozayik “the souls’ poet” 3.11.13