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 … 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 … 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 … 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 … More Toxicity
It’s hard to imagine that anyone could be jealous of me, and yet throughout my life it’s a feeling I’ve experienced a lot. Let’s be honest, I am fucking beautiful. I say this even with all my insecurities and anxieties about my looks. I am still a fucking hottie, and I say that knowing that … More Jealousy Can Go Fuck Itself