I wasn't prepared for the miscarriages that deemed my womb a grave.
I wasn't prepared for the insecurity and ugliness that my marriage brought.
I wasn't prepared for the difficulties that home ownership and then foreclosure would bring.
If I had known that the Black American Dream of being the Huxtables would not bring about the peace and fulfillment, I wouldn't have spent almost a decade holding on to that image or to that box.
I spent the next few years figuring out who I was, but I still looked for forgiveness and validation through relationships. I tried to earn love. I longed to be enough.
I didn’t share the outcome of those sleep studies and my current treatment. Because I was embarrassed.
We don't realize that the only thing our "sacrifice" is doing is cheapening our standards and diminishing our self-esteem.
Back with pen to paper, fingers to keys writing my way through liberation and bringing you along for the journey.