I just read the headline for this post here called “What If My Son Were Ahmaud?” On an earlier post by the same Author, Kaya, a woman commented that she hopes I don’t bring Black children into this world, because of how hard it is for her as a mother of Black children of her… Read More She Asked Me Not To Have Black Children….
That’s what healing from childhood sexual abuse and trauma, domestic abuse and trauma and PTSD is like. It feels like I am building a wall out of brick pebbles one at a time, and every time I get one side of the wall built another part starts to break down and I have to start… Read More It’s like building a brick wall…one pebble at a time.
When you finally decide that you are ready to unpack all the trauma and start making an honest effort to climb out of the closet, you are in fact making a commitment to healing the pain you’re experiencing. It’s not an easy journey and anyone who has had to heal from abuse will tell you… Read More Go Have The Fucking Conversation
In yesterday’s post I talked a lot about how I am not subscribing to the teacher of Jealousy anymore. In that I am making a commitment not to subscribe to the idea that just because someone else has something, I should need to want it too. Today I want to talk about all the people… Read More Toxicity
I came up with this idea one night when the character voices in my head wouldn’t shut up and I was high thinking of things I could do, to heal from all this darkness. I kept hearing it play over and over again, and so the next day I asked my friend Heather from Twitter… Read More First ever #AfterAbuseChat