Tag: mental-health
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The Day the Music Stopped (PART 3)
Picture this… There was once a woman whose perfume could drift through a room and instantly make me feel safe. The kind of perfume that didn’t just smell good, it smelled like home. Her hugs were warm enough to melt away your worries, and her laugh? Whew. Her laugh deserved its own radio station. It…
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The Meaning of Life?
The meaning of life is to wake up. Not just physically… but mentally, spiritually, internally. It’s about breaking out of the programming. The lies, the pain, the cycles, the voices, the habits, that try to keep you stuck, small, and distracted. It’s realizing that everything around you will try to shape your reality… but at…
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From Daddy Damaged to Daddy Distant (PART 2)
It’s crazy how life can flip on you. One minute, you’re a baby laid up on your daddy’s chest, safe, warm, and loved… and the next, you’re grieving the very man who was your first love, your daddy. There are parts of my childhood with him that I don’t even remember… but oh, I’ve heard…
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Emotionally Speaking
Some people find joy in the big things, but me? I find mine in the quiet rhythm of words. I’ve been writing poetry since I was five years old, and over time, it became more than a passion, it became a part of me. The way some people breathe air, I breathe poetry… Here’s a…
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Life Changes
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out? I took a leap of faith and committed myself to a church that I was a part of for ten years. I trusted them, fully. I opened my heart in ways I never had before, sharing my deepest secrets, my most…
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The Car I Though I’d Drive at This BIG AGE (Part 4)
I remember when I was about 8 years old and my mom bought me a red Barbie Ferrari. Baby… that Ferrari caused problems. My cousin used to come over and we’d play Barbies, and suddenly every Barbie wanted to ride in that red Ferrari. The Volkswagen Beetle? Completely canceled. No interest. But for me, it…
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Royalty and Ratchetness (Part 3)
I always dreamed of living in a castle. Big queen energy. Not lifting a finger. As a kid, my imagination was on overdrive. I pictured myself spoiled, surrounded by luxury, never lacking anything. It was a big, pink, fluffy, pillow-like cloud of fantasies and dreams. But as I grew older, that majestic mirage slowly morphed…