“I mean things have happened but I’m ok. They didn’t impact me that bad.” Gemini therapist looked like I had gotten on her last gaht damn nerve. The reserve nerve. Next thing I know I’m sitting on a kiddie chair in a room full of art supplies. She picked up a marker and started writing on the whiteboard wall. “Birth.” “Nah I don’t want to play this game. I know where this shit going.” “Tell me about the things that happened to you. Start at the beginning. Yo[...]
I've been blogging for 12 years. I started with a mission of impacting one woman. Just one. I've recently come to understand that the one woman I need to impact right now is me. So I'm taking a self-care break. Removing obligations I've placed on myself to write, blog, vlog publicly. Going back to the thing that saved my 6 year-old life. Writing for me. Just me. Writing for survival. Just survival. No thoughts of timely posts. No thoughts of whether something aligns with[...]
Something wasn’t right but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Not even after I found myself curled into a ball on a bed I’d barely left for 4 days, uncontrollably crying after not eating a full meal for two weeks and alternating between insomnia and sleeping for 12 straight hours. I didn’t know what was wrong but knew something wasn’t right. I’mma back up. Two weeks before I found myself wrapped in my good sheets on top of my feather mattress topper (I be depressed, not basic), I sto[...]
A story about pregnancy, reproductive health, single motherhood, and teen pregnancy.
