My Journey #LivingWhileSurvivingLife

Grief is something that has been hard for me to process and I have held on to the hurt for many years. I have experienced some really hard deaths in my life, but there were 3 that were life changing for me. I never thought the fact of me holding on to these deaths would have affected me the way they have; but truthfully they have. Death 1: My Granny Granny, Ira Mae Davis My granny granny literally was my world, she was there for all my hurt, and she loved me through my pain. She was the one person that always knew just what I needed to hear and she was the woman who taught me that God is truly the only one to fear. I have the greatest memories with my great grandmother, it was like she was my first best friend. I know that the woman I am today is because of her, I learned about God, cooking, cleaning, and even how to be strong and make it through whatever I face. I cried to my granny about life, my parents, and just because; so when things in her health took I turn my life took a turn....

 Many people in life deal with having issues with their father, but a lot of those people deal with them because that individual was not presence or whatever their story may be; but for myself my father was there, I just feel I was never wanted by him. It's hard to grow up around a man and watch him love, cherish, and adore your siblings, but act as if you are a burden, don't exist, and do not deserve love. I have so many childhood memories that bring hurt, pain, and anger to my forefront that now I am realizing I need to release all of it.  My relationship with my father did not start off ideal for many reasons; he was an alcoholic. He drank more than anything in life and it was something he could not control on any level, so I thought; he enjoyed being away from the house and family more than anything. My dad never really built a bond with me that honestly I felt all little girls want and deserve. I do not have that kind of relationship with him and my siblings, well my brot...

 The title in itself is deeper than most will truly realize and might not understand that this post will be an open letter between me and myself because this is some serious baggage I must release. You ever just know something is going to be heavy before you sit down to talk about it, so you try to avoid it; well this right here is that topic and conversation for me. But as always, I am completely transparent and will be even more so tonight. So let me start this off by saying that for many years I have not truly and honestly loved myself; I did not know what that even meant until recently. I would be the first person to cut myself down before someone else could and I learned this behavior from my father because that is literally all he would do to me. He would talk about my weight, my intelligence, and my hair, oh and let me not forget he would talk about how bright I am as well.  My father would call me chubby even if I was small, which I soon developed body dysmorphia issue...

In my last blog I said that I would open up about something I normally would keep to myself, but in this process of release I am realizing that this something I need to let go of for real. So today I am about to have a very raw and vulnerable moment, something that I try to do often but today I feel it might be the deepest I have gone in awhile. I have noticed that I have a fear of a lot of things, but the most powerful fear I had is/was the fear of allowing someone to give me what I deserve. I lately realized that I am AFRAID of being loved properly because I feel that once people see my flaws or the imperfect me they will no longer want me. I have noticed that I become very timid and withdrawn when people desire me the way I desire them or if they express and show they have real deep feelings for me; I have been having a hard time trying to figure out why I push people away when I know people really are feeling me.  I am so use to people neglecting me that when someone pays close...

 So I have been going through a releasing process lately and yesterday I realized that in my life I have allowed a lot things I should not have, which caused me to get upset with myself all over again. I immediately stopped myself but then I thought I have a lot to be released so today I will start with part 1 of it all. For many years, I have been the "fall back plan", someone's "Plan B", or even been a second rate option in friendships, relationships, and even family. I have allowed those that told me they love/loved me to always put me on a shelf and just pick me up when they need something from me. I was never the main girl of choice which really was something that many never knew affected me because I allowed this to shrink my self esteem.  With family, I noticed that when it came to doing things, wanting things, or needing things I was last thought of especially when it came to my father. I was never included and I was never wanted around, but when it came...

 So yesterday I started talking about releasing and how it is a good thing for your mental and to help you get things in order for your healing and your process. Today, I am going to go into detail on release on a personal level for myself. This past weekend I spent a good majority of it saging myself and my surroundings because the energy was off and it was really starting to way on me in the worst way. I found myself with a massive headache, not being able to shake it, and then Sunday I emotionally broke in the worst way. I found myself sobbing uncontrollably and that led to an anxiety attack in the worst way. So let me allow myself to explain.. I have always dealt with feeling like I was unwanted, unloved, abandoned, and rejected by the ONLY man that I have ever really loved. Most of my issues stemmed from my childhood, but it got worse because as I got older it seemed like he showed me more and more how little he cared about me. My mental health issues and body dysmorphia issue...

Today started off way too rough for me and I literally fell apart. I had a breakdown that I really did not know where from and why now; but I can tell you it was a deep and sorrowful cry. I know I have been on this healing journey and I have been doing this journey very publicly because that's the way I was lead to do it, being that others can see whatever they face they can overcome. Well today, I will be honest felt like a day that the negative was going to win, and I mean beat me up and win win. I had no desire of doing anything at all today, because the life was sucked out of me before I even woke up this morning. It's like I woke up fighting a battle that I was set up to lose. But I guess the enemy forget who i was because I did for a second. I worked out thinking that would help me, it did until I hit my house and I felt the combative energy I walked into. I had been trying not to allow it to affect me, but it hit me so hard that I lost it. And all I felt was the burning ...