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Dealing is not healing.

The next few blogs I post on this topic will be very transparent of my own life experiences and the absolute truths I’ve found. As always I hope it helps somebody.

As a black woman, I got to experience a mini retreat this past week with three older women in my family. We had so many discussions of self love, self healing and self awareness. We prayed, laughed and ate, we ate a lot. It was one of the most emotional and moving experiences of my life.

I posted a meme I saw on Instagram that stated, “the hardest role I ever had to play was dumb”. This topic was on the table, not directly as literally being dumb but in the sense of us being molded as women to live only to love.

We search out men to fill our inner voids and to hopefully have the “ultimate goal” of a woman; job, man, kids, wedding, love. And when it comes to the work or the pathway to obtain these things, we are also taught to be more forgiving of others than we are of ourselves. We are taught to accept what is given to a degree, because that’s just “how it is”. We all agreed this is an inaccurate way of thinking being passed down and also acknowledged that our mothers, their mothers and the mothers before…only gave us what they knew in the essence of just dealing.

Dealing is not healing.

We have to accept that just keeping on keeping on, as we all do, is not healing. It’s masking the pain, hurt and disappointment. In my own personal journey, I lost so many things in the span of two months it put me in a funk of such intensity I had never experienced anything like it.

There were days I could not get out of bed, I would put my phone in airplane mode to not be bothered. Then in the moments I would self reflect, all of these past burdens started to re-emerge. All this past hurt started to seep in and undeniably made the darkness spiral harder. I had to acknowledge that since I “dealt with it”, it was still subconsciously driving my choices years later. And with all the right ingredients, it all started to resurface.

One major point is that even in just this small acceptance, I still searched out to certain broken people….attempting to fix them. How could I? Honestly. I had not even acknowledged I was not healed.

Let me repeat. Dealing is not healing.

I may have said to some, “oh I forgave you” or “I’m over that”. But I really and genuinely never took the time to forgive myself. Forgive myself for not trusting myself enough. Forgive myself for not valuing my own self enough. Forgiving myself for intentionally playing the role of “dumb” in an attempt to find what was sold to me as a black woman’s dream. Forgiving myself for not loving myself enough.

You know preachers and elders tell us all the time, “forgive them, not for them but for you”. Let me go ahead and call a 50% that’s bullshit card. There is some truth to it, I’ll admit. But when was the last time someone told you to forgive yourself? And the absolute importance of that on the actual road to healing.

All situations are different you may not have done anything more than been in the wrong place at the wrong time and then unfortunately introduced to a traumatic experience. You may have just chosen the wrong job. The wrong suitor. Hell you may have just been born into the “wrong” environment and family. Beloved forgive yourself for those things you had no control over. Forgive yourself for the negative thoughts and newly found natural defense responses from the trauma. Forgive yourself for allowing them the power over your true being.

The hardest roles that exist in this life is journeying to really love yourself. The hardest role is living a life full of defense mechanisms and masks. No experience you have went through thus far, did someone come straight out and ask you to be dumb; you were just in a place of filling something missing inside yourself.


Accept that you will have to do the work and that no outside entity will ever fill that. Also forgive yourself for all the false beliefs existing in your mind, spirit and heart. You are merely just a bystander of generational curses that you have yet to acknowledge.

The first absolute truth I will leave you with, no love other than self love and no action other than self healing will ever be good enough to fill the void. Forgive yourself.

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Everybody does not deserve to know you….

I was judged recently and it was one of the most infuriating experiences I’ve ever had in life. I was called materialistic, lazy, an opportunist and I was using my child’s father for his money 🤭

Man I was ready to let these people have it. Like guns a blazing. These things were conjured up by a group of people that never really knew me. It took me the entire drive over to his house to remember this key point.

I pulled up to the meeting and I never said a word.

I remembered I was never present to hear these things in the first place. Nor were any of them repeated or would they ever be to me personally. This was just a group of people that never took the chance to know me and never deserved me giving the opportunity. His family.

I know that sounds harsh. On the surface at least. But honestly, I’ve never been disrespectful to them. During our time together, I never once did anything out of character or “acted a fool”. They had never seen an argument between us. They really never seen us interact honestly. I was just the girl he lived with for 5 years, who had a child from a previous relationship and I guess “needed a come up” in their eyes. The thing about that is, I was more established than him in every facet of life.

So it boils down to one simple question. Why give it energy?

They seen a presentation of me that fit a general mode for “girls”. She likes to keep her hair done. She likes to keep her nails done. She likes to look nice. Blah blah blah. Simplistic surface level stuff right. Not acknowledging I legit was a woman who created her own lifestyle and footed the bill for it every step of the way. New car, I bought that. New hair, I did it myself. Paid my own bills. I cooked. I cleaned. I was a mother to my two boys. I didn’t spend frivolously. Didn’t take elaborate vacations. I did what I was suppose to as an adult. Responsibly.

When you come from nothing and raised predominately with men….as a woman, I knew I had to be in charge. I knew I had to be my own head. Because I could never be the girls I seen them with. I could never wait on the hand of a man. I’m too free spirited for that and no man can afford to give me the feeling that I receive by satisfying my own needs. I’m not speaking to the “overly independent don’t need a man lifestyle”, but the I can make it in this world by myself because my life is very much just that….MINE. I am responsible for looking in the mirror and being ok with my mark on this earth. And a man taking care of me, just isn’t on the list.

However with the right level of genuine care, anyone would be able to see beyond the surface; they would have been able to see that the young man I met, turned into a fully able adult during our relationship. As well as it did not come at the expense of him “taking care of me”; as it wasn’t until almost 4 years into the relationship he actually began to make more money than me. Which mattered not because we did everything as a team. As adults should, ya know. The vision that we grew together and built a life for our kids that meant something. We had a partnership.

I always wondered what was it about me that made them standoffish. What actions or words did I use that made me less than in their eyes. It took a little while for me to understand it wasn’t me, it was them. I started to remember the countless conversations I was privy to about the prospects of his brother. The shady ins and outs of what they would say or do, but yet smile and nod to every single girl as if she was the only. It clicked. But honestly, family being one of the most important things to me, I struggled with coming to terms with them just not taking a liking to me. It was a childhood flaw of fixing something I was missing.

My character isn’t perfect. I’m vulgar. I’m over the top. I’m obnoxious at times. However, I have never had a damn thing handed to me in life. I’ve fought to keep the bare minimum. I had many of hungry nights growing up. I grew up in a volatile environment. I grew up gang affiliated. Could have lost my life a few times. Might a caused some people to almost lose theirs. Struggled in finding my way until a point. I worked hard for everything my entire life yet I’d still give the shirt off my back to help them or anyone for that matter. See that is God’s grace in knowing who you are and never letting a soul change that.

See once I took in to account my actual faith, my actual worth and that vital grace I’ve grown to manifest in my daily life. When I arrived to that house that day, I was able to see it at work. I was able to save my energy for the things that mattered. No matter what I said, what “facts” I presented….they had made their choice to be who they are with me and anyone else for that matter. There was no saving because there was nothing to be saved.


Its so much bigger than just that set of people. People have their own bias, their own defense mechanisms and their own struggles which all in all lead to their formed perception. It is not your job to prove them right or wrong. When you walk in your authentic self daily, som will love you and some will hate you. But why would you dare give someone else the power to make you feel the need to defend yourself or fight for truth, why? Why fight for and with someone else’s ignorance?

At the end of the day, you have to know who you are and what you stand for. You have to know who deserves your energy. Who deserves your presence. Who deserves to know you and be at peace with the fact EVERYBODY DOES NOT DESERVE TO KNOW YOU!

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Soul Ties

The funny thing about life is that you never know who, why or what; or how it can be flipped upside down in a short span of time. And I recently had to accept what I couldn’t change and truly give up my anger and gather my power……

Let me paint a picture for y’all
I was randomly looking for a receipt for something. I rummaged through my email and I ran across a specific email. It had no relevance but popped in the search results for some reason. After that, I took the time to relive a moment in time that was bitter sweet. This song by Bishop Briggs (feel the way I do) popped on. I cried a good hour in my car, on my lunch. The words, good and bad, that I just took in. It touched me in a way that I didn’t think was possible. Especially not on this day. Not after this amount of time. One could say easily, hate and anger should consume me from this particular moment in life.

But that’s when I realized…it didn’t. And I had to really swallow a few things.
We ended before we started; we got, what most would take years to experience. We just completed it in such a short time. It was a world-wind and the pure definition of a soul-tie. This bond is indescribable in a way. There was no resolve. There was no closure. There was a wall. A wall we both took time to build and swear to never relive.

This song is now one of my favorites because it helped me relinquish some things that needed their freedom.

I had to accept more recently that my forgiveness of him, came from a willing and natural exchange of energy between us. A piece in which I gave access to very few people, if any honestly. In hindsight, I had to be thankful that I experienced this….the magnitude of emotion and care, not through touch but through words and interaction. To also accept the love I had found in my soul and that the true entrance to my soul is a gateway and path built through the loops and turns of my mind. He wasn’t my enemy. I just gave him more of me than I really knew on the surface level.
We are who we are, but you also have to accept the beauty even when we aren’t. The beauty of a connection in the metaphysical is rare and dangerous, but addicting to a degree.

The sad part is that I may have lost a friend… that if things done over, could have been great. This may be the worst part of emotional intelligence, it’s an after the fact thing. You realize a flaw after the stain is left on you.

The biggest misconception is that a soul tie is a soul mate, or that a soul mate is a life partner in the sense of an intimate relationship. Sometimes it’s simply a friend. We just have to learn when and where the lines should not cross and how to keep it healthy. If that feeling of love was created from the purity of your soul, it should be unconditional. Which means even when a person isn’t what you want them to be, you love them through it regardless of a title or standing in their life. Especially when it’s a tie that is held by the both of you.

But most importantly….

Be careful of who you expose your soul to. ✌🏽

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Frag-ile (adjective)

(of a person) not strong or sturdy; delicate or vulnerable.

You do understand it’s ok to be fragile? If not, are you superman or superwoman? Is your heart built of steel? Are you completely impenetrable of pain or hurt?

The thing about this word is that it is synonymous with weak, so there for in some sick twisted way we fight to prove or make an impression that it isn’t something we are or can be! But, my beloveds we have to learn on this path, there will always be a moment of fragility, of vulnerability, of tired, of gloom. Do not run or hide from this. Do not be ashamed and throat-check any and everyone that makes you feel as if you should be.

I’ll tell you my today and you take what you need from it. If anything at all, take that you aren’t alone.

At all times of my day, I am the rock. I am the center, I am the guard, I am the goalie. As we have previously discussed, I enjoy it so no complaints. However, we have to be clear when you are all those things to everyone, it is so desperate and important for you to keep your alignment and energy in check. If not you will be drowned by the sound of everyone’s pain.

I know this!


Yes! I do.

But what I had to admit to myself is that I am still fragile. I had to say that shit aloud. I had to own it. I had to cry and smile while still maintaining the ambiance of my home, the openness to my friends and family, the fixer of whatever and be super mom. There was one interaction with one person that spiraled my day and it was only 9 a.m., I was unhappy. I was screaming. I was in need of my personal rescue. Other than this, I’m still in search of what that one thing is. And that’s ok, this is a marathon, not a sprint. The point is that somehow I sat here lost and looking for something that I know we all can only give ourselves.


See everyone’s first answer is to tell you to be thankful, be grateful. “It’ll be ok, you woke up”, they say. This may have some truth in it, but it’s not what’s needed. And its ok for you to say thank you but no thanks to surface level ass advice. If you have to demand the time to take care of yourself, DO IT! If you have to make a few people unhappy because you chose your own happiness over theirs, DO IT! I use to walk on eggshells with this person, I catered and cut off any and everything that made them feel any type of uneasiness…to give some sick sense of gratification in my pain. Because of certain titles in life, you think or have this innate feeling that is what you are supposed to do. It wasn’t until today that I saw that in its true form and understood the barriers in my life that were created because of this. Now we all have our own story and our own demons or fears or worries. None greater than the next, but all still special and meaningful in their own right. The curveball? Learning and using your own power to stand over whatever those barriers are. Take your power back. Own the past, present and what is to come!

The curveball? Learning and using your own power to stand over whatever those barriers are, isn’t easy and takes work. But for you, you must take your power back. Own the past, present and what is to come!

AND love on you first and foremost! 

Without you, those around you or the space you work towards building will fall. So today isn’t about what I can do to inspire in its entirety but what I can receive out of this energy. What change can I make to be better tomorrow? Hell, what can I do that is self-defining within the next hour? What will make the foundation stronger? I’m quite sure there will be many of times we all see a fragile or vulnerable state again. It’s life but…..if I can give you anything, this shit takes work every day and you have to live it intentionally until it’s done subconsciously.

If euphoria was easily attainable, we still wouldn’t have it because it would be too expensive for our reach.

Now we must create our own!


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Living in the moment….

Honestly….Truly, do you understand the meaning of living in the moment? When you speak your ideal, what does it sound like out loud? Would you be able to explain this in a crowded room? Would you be able to walk what it is you are talking? You would have to know a lot of my experiences to understand my outlook, but without giving you that right at this moment catch this work, please….

I personally do not believe we live in the moment enough! My definition? To live in the moment is to embrace each moment or encounter as if it will be the last. Now if anyone of my generation or older is reading this, you would say this is actually the problem of society with the lacking of responsibilities or ambition, that is NOT what I’m speaking of and a whole nother conversation to be had. I am solely speaking to those overwhelmed souls right now or somebody searching for a new road to happy.

We continuously go from day to day thinking of what is expected of us, never once going over what we expect of ourselves. We stress and worry so much that we become robots, forgetting our soul’s necessity to embrace the day before us. It’s a constant cycle of not being good enough. Not doing great, enough. The disappointments of expectations not falling through. Maybe, it’s financial or social, hell it could be family. The interactions we have with other walking strangers or those closest to us, draining all the energy that we hadn’t charged up enough for. The job you hate. The kids, the house, and the dog. The mediocrity and melancholy you feel in solitude, covered by a smile in passing. Your shoulders pressed by the weight of whatever that plague may be. I’ve been there, I understand it all very well. But…..

I NEED YOU TO KNOW….all of the things that may be taking a toll or feeling like a brick is actually very minuscule to the weight and worth of your entire existence. Ride with me for a second.

On the entire scale of where or what your life is right now, YOU have the most control. Everything and everyone belong to their own specific role; these are your constants and variables of this equation of life. Let’s keep in mind, always, that you are a constant beloved AND your job is to appropriately place the things in your life in the appropriate category. As long as the blessing of our eyes opening and energies not being recycled is given, we have the most power imaginable. So with that being said your first steps to finding your inner joy, will be truly embracing every encounter and interaction as its first and last experience while walking through your day. Manifest the energy you want to be, the energy you want to spread, the happiness you want to see. Enjoy the dark just as great as the light. Never be afraid to be, do or say what is necessary for you to be the happiest you. Now I am not preaching self-indulgence but a more proactive self-love credo. It is completely oh-fucking-kay to use your enjoyment or benefit or want or need as the reason why you will or will not partake in anything.

See my joy has always come from building others up, very randomly and short lived do I get the same. I chose, to be honest with myself in the discovery phase, that was ok with me. Because in watching someone come to me with an issue and smile walking away feeling half an inch more empowered than before, actually empowers me. My problems are my own and if you choose to be solution oriented then it’s hella easier to be happy. Now understand that when I say “solution oriented”, you do have to understand that sometimes the solution is actually, nothing. Do nothing, say nothing, leave that shhh right where it is and when it happened (AKA variable). See when your actions become purely motivated off of anything other than want or will, it becomes a task. You will never embrace the day or the energy if it is only a task. Say the word “task” aloud, it sounds horrible right? A task is a job. A task is stressful. IF my life’s journey is a task, my outlook would mimic a room of death.

Remember I never claimed to have all the answers, and some things may take more time than others. But what I can say is that you have time; be bigger than what you can not control or change (AKA constant). However, in its entirety, you can never miss what you never had and you will never learn what you do not seek to find.

So long story short folks, just go out and embrace the day for what it is, not what it could have been or what you wished it was. Just look at the sky and watch the clouds move, take your shoes off and soak up some of the energy from this earth. Be the greatest you FOR you imaginable.

Because when you close your eyes tonight, only you will hear those thoughts and only you will have the power to change them!

Happy living folks!

*Disclaimer* Never forget everything I say is solely the ideas and perspective, it works for me and with some tweaking and changes, it really could work for anyone. 

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Eh….brothers are you sure?

You have to acknowledge your past to control your future…..I can admit that once before in life I may have been the black woman that made a black man contemplate never dating another black woman. I mean….we all have a story.  However, I also found a man that I never had to raise my voice at and I willingly submitted to his spirit… when I see some of these wonderful black male specimens make these belittling post of how a sister won’t be able to dream/keep/have/breath/see/think a man if she doesn’t do/fix/embody blah blah blah….in an objectified obsolete and demeaning manner 🤦🏾‍♀️

I just honestly wonder if they take accountability in why their previous situations turned out the way it did?! It’s like that old saying when you point the finger, remember you have four pointing back, type of thing. But I mean honestly….truly, whether it was 23% or 89%, do you own it within yourself before you set forth and begin to categorize, demean and stereotype all of us? 

So now I’m left with the question, what is the real issue? Not the “what we all do” problem, but what is it that you need black man? How can we help you help us? 

Now if I have kept you reading this far, understand this is in no form going to turn into an all-out-black-man-hate-fest! Nope. I love em! I love em all! Flaws, imperfections, nuances, the stance, the presence. The spirit. The soul. The King. The fighter. The father. The brother. Everything. I also am not the one who will ever tell anyone who to love, so this isn’t to bash those who choose interracial relationships either. But honestly, this is a open discussion to find a solution to a disconnect that is way too popular in what appears to only be one group of people, that I see.  

I have a good mixture of races in my circle, friends and family on social media, the one thing that is consistent and the most nerve wrecking —>>> black men are the only ones I see bash the women of their culture. Other men of other races don’t partake in this. Now again, there are a few men of every race that could go on somebody’s shit list, but they aren’t overstating and oversharing this hate at the same rate. I also think this is an “American” thing, because out of every person I know that was born out of the states or whose family traveled here….I’ve never heard them talk that way. Random post and videos I’ve seen in conduct vs content, still not delivered the same. Hell even when I’m trolling through comments, which I like to call research 😉 it’s just not there. Now I’m not naive to think it never happens, but it’s in a private personal setting…that Bullshit locker room talk as they call it. Other than Donald Trump, it’s not shared a million times on Facebook or made a meme and posted on Twitter. 

Recently I came across a fan page for this lady, who shall remain nameless….mainly because I can’t remember it and also due to how crazy she was. My skin boiled at the foolishness she spewed. But also she’s literally batshit crazy, SERIOUSLY and I don’t have the time for my pictures made into memes floating around on  Facebook, cause look after I went through her page….I found out what she did to those who questioned her ideals <please insert laughing emoji twenty times here, and thank you 😂> 

Ok back to the point here, this particular page has a following of roughly 15k black women all over the nation. It shocked the hell out of me. Everything that was shared or said, basically was a black woman confirming every stereotype and stating black women deserved the treatment received in life by anyone for something so simple as “we historically blow our noses the wrong way”.  Is your face as confused as mine? I hope so. Oh but the best part…the best part was a video of black men stating their love of black women and why. Now some reasons could have been left out, it was over-sexualized just a bit towards the end in my opinion….however in her opinion, the title said that it was a DISGUSTING public expression of any desire for a black woman. It is emasculating the black man in a way. Hmmm. (Please insert a face palm right here, right now…cause shit I really tried to get it, I gave up) Oh but if you don’t believe me that this bullshit exist, Here’s a few other random snapshots from random post and stories I’ve read. 

Oh but my favorite of all….this exchange that started after this. 

See this shit here is the mysoginst self hate mindset that some black men have that I don’t understand. You can’t hate something that made you, ya dig? It’s like being mad you woke up but thanking God for grace. So do you want to live or nah? Naturally by a man making these type of statements, his entire mindset is a lost contradiction of hurt and insecurities to any sane and rational person creeping on the internet. Oh and this by far is NOT a black womans fault or job for all black women to fix. And going as far as to label us all into this group of worthless whores with bad attitudes, makes me question what his mom did to him honestly…but I digress. 
Undeniably we, the black woman/mother/sister/lover/friend/enemy-of-state have a want to fix it, statistically we marry black men more often than not. It’s a factor of social behavior for any race though. However we are the ones that get the public humiliation in articles in major magazines justifying how we aren’t fit for marriage. Yet we are responsible for fixing ourselves in hopes of the basket to love us. How black man, how?! 

Now this is the thing, we have so many generational curses that have to be broken in our culture and communities, for us to see that we are the biggest problem to each other and at the same time the greatest benefactors of each other. However by some black men taking this open and public stance it allows for other women of other races to feel superior and publicly belittling black women, as well as black women to feed into this mentality and just settle for anything under the guise we aren’t worthy as a whole. The list of “gotta haves” are ridiculous and insecurities hiding out in guises of having standards. 

Pandering mammies belittle black women who dare to combat misogynoir. Pandering mammies are the first to shut black women down. Pandering mammies are often filled with toxic masculinity. I was a pandering mammy. 

Creighton Leigh 

We get to this point were if no ones fighting for us, we will fight for ourselves. We have to stand up for him and us. We have to be the bread winner and make the bread. We have to be soft but also be a bad bitch. We have to be the punching bag, figuratively and literally at times, because he isn’t happy with some minuscule  circumstance of life that he has ever power to change with a cheerleader in his side, or because his emotional and mental baggage is the true holster of his gun. It’s sadly viewed whether publicly stated or not, like the guy stated in the post from Facebook….we are a product. We are an object. We are a stepping stone. We are the right now but not the future. We are too weak yet to strong. We are just like every other woman, but we don’t get the same chance or fight. 

I just speak for the majority of black sisters I know, love who you want….but fight for me the way I fight for you. Speak life into me and help me see my femininity so that I’m not just “strong” for you, but a soft and safe place for you, our family, our community and our culture. Stop relabeling me of something demeaning to go to a cool beat in a rap song and for the world to see. Quit using me to fix you, while tearing me apart in the process. Admire my beauty, strength, weakness and vulnerability like the peace you seek. 
Nobody is perfect, everyone has flaws. This isn’t a fight for whose perfect or right, it’s a plea to preserve an endangered species being killed off by its own kin. 

I’ll make this personal in closing, I am submissive to my man because he is my safe place. Every man before him, would call me crazy. Seriously. I’ve heard it. He has never, not to my face at least. He will encourage me and call me on my shit, but love me and guide me to be better. He makes me feel like every part of me was made perfectly. However, We are not perfect and he damn sure does not coddle me at every whim and bump, but he fights to bring peace to my soul. This doesn’t mean he is present for every stick I stumble across, but he’s made me so empowered and secure…he’s present even in his absence. He taught me to follow, because he walked in his power as a leader. He is a fighter. He is the head. He is the protector. He is the overseer of the jungle. In return, when I speak to him, I am overflowing with the feminine energy needed to balance this equation out. I breath life into him in every interaction and make sure he has his own safe place. The point is if we do not have meaningful exchanges on a higher plane than physicality and momentarily, we are just existing and continuing the cycle. 

Positivity breeds greatness, but sadly negativity is infectious and contagious in a more powerful way. When you live in your power those who interact with you can’t help but to transform. But eh what do I know, I’m just out here walking this walk and raising two powerful black men with a great black man next to me 😉

Happy living beloved! 🙌🏾😘