Tag: journey to peace

Conversations with self whilst others help me look for my smile…

Sometimes all I need is having someone smile when my name pops up on their phone.  I have friends sprinkled around the world. I’m extremely blessed because some of these friends have become my family. Actually, all of them are in my heart space….

Broken vs Evil… is there a difference?

I started this entry on August 31. It was a few days after I left ‘home’. My mother was having open heart surgery and that meant I had to deal with the most manipulative person in the entire world (her son). Her son had…

My higher self is my best friend

I’m not even going to pretend. Most of my life is in autopilot. This has served me well because I cannot remember the last time that I was in normal situations. When greeted with dysfunction, I tighten my ponytail, smile, and navigate the sea…

“How do you feel about guns in the house?”

A question that keeps coming up. “Jess, how do you feel about guns in the house?” Such a loaded question, no pun intended… *awkward sigh* Well, being a survivor of domestic violence, specifically gun violence, this question is rather complex. I do not have…

Cleaning up the fog with a soft heart and a strong mind.

So many things to say but I’m unable to find the right words. My heart is conflicted on a few levels. The last few weeks, it’s been cluttered with embracing being discarded by my mother, betrayed by my great auntie, emotionally dismissed by my…

I’m proud to be the White Sheep in a dysfunctional (bio) family

Last week, I had an interesting phone call. It was from a person that was pretending to care about me and my healing journey. It was odd but expected. I didn’t entertain his judgements. As a matter of fact, it was easy to deflect…

Devaluation and Discard

The last 17 weeks have been anything but easy. It’s been confusing, heartwrenching, and soul-crushing. I have continued to push out words but very selective on what to share with the world. I was convinced that the new evil I was dealing with was…

Life doesn’t happen to you, it happens for you

Being a survivor of domestic violence is not something that one can necessarily talk about at the dinner table. It’s a dirty secret that is socially unacceptable. Part of the healing process is the ability to speak about your experiences. The more you talk…

Dear Right Hand, Thank you for being

Dear Right hand, Thank you. Thank you for being you and doing the things that you do. During this season of healing, lots of growth has taken place. Emotionally, I have been processing some deep seeded pain. The only way to successfully complete this…

Dear Spirit, Thank you for being

Dear Spirit, Thank you. This season has been one of the biggest challenges I’ve ever embraced. It was bigger than climbing corporate ladders. It was scarier than moving to a new country. It was emotionally, mentally, and spiritually destabilizing… There were moments when I…

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