I was 18 yrs old, just graduated high school, smelling myself and thinking I was grown grown and ready to express and embrace my independence. My friends and I decided we was gonna go meet up with some boys in Binghampton. I lied to my mom and told her I would be staying with a friend who had moved from Getwell Garden to Binghampton as well as babysitting for my auntie Pam (R.I.P). We actually stayed in a TRAP house with some guys on Princeton. I met this guy and was laid up with him all week. One night, another guy came over, and asked me to iron his clothes for him to go to the club. Well, I said...
When I first started my writing and purpose journey in 2014, all God said was “Your books will bring healing to the nations”.That’s it! Every book/journal I have published since then has been under the assignment and obedience to release what He has shown, placed and did in me. Over the years I’ve imagined what that vision will look like: best selling author, speaking and traveling the world and because none of that has happened I’ve procrastinated at times on my assignment. I’ve grown weary in well doing. I’ve spent money on coaches to give me a strategy. I created and rebranded my websites 50-11 times. I’ve created and started coaching programs to teach people what I know/do. I’ve gone...
We often ask what happens to the Dream deferred, but what happens to the dream you didn’t dream? The one that you never wanted or asked for because your trauma had you in survival mode …Chasing happiness in others or things. Running from poverty and lack. Searching for freedom from drama. You didn’t have time or space to dream, so you found joy in comfort … just making it past the generational curses. You weren’t told you were special and honestly you weren’t trying to be, you were just trying not to be a statistic. So what happens when the dream you didn’t ask for was placed in your lap and now it’s taking over ever fiber of your being?...
I no longer subscribe to the “Don’t speak ill of the dead” mantra. Why?Because it almost kilt me, yes I said kilt. 🤦🏽♀️After the death of my mother I was succumb by guilt, shame and regret, because our relationship wasn’t pretty all the time and I couldn’t speak on it. But what I’ve learned is that love truly does cover a multitude of sin. I couldn’t get to the joy, and overcome the grief, if I couldn’t resolve the fact that thorns grow attached to the rose. I couldn’t resolve that she did the best she could if I couldn’t acknowledge the wrong that sometimes manifested. I actually dishonor her memory when I try to hide the bad because the...
My healing journey began when I was 30 yrs old and in an effort to obtain my birth certificate for my passport application I went to the records place and they couldn’t find my name in the system. After giving them my mothers name, I learned that they changed my name to Indiana Williams giving me the last name of my father😱I didn’t know this man. I’ll admit that as a child I often saw his name on school records because I been handling my mother's business since 2nd grade, but I only met him once when I was 13. That sent me into an identity crisis. All of a sudden I didn’t know who I was or where I...
