Family over Everything Sometimes God knows what you need. My family and I celebrated Christmas the weekend of MLK. I contemplated whether I would go home or not until the day I was to drive home. I didn’t feel like being around people; I just wanted to stay home and be by myself in the dark. One thing I know is anytime I’m around family, I get recharged. I mustard of the strength and drove home. I wasn’t expecting what my family had in store for me. As I’ve gotten older, I don’t expect much for Christmas. I just appreciate the time with my family and making new memories. It’s was time to open gifts they made me go first. One by one, I opened my presents and the tears flowed. My family showered me with so much love. What you don’t see are countless tears I’ve cried over the past months. You don’t see the internal battles of me telling myself, Tasha, you’re worth the investment. You don’t see the loneliness I felt and lack of support. You don’t see the exhaustion and the fight in me dwindling. I had given up. I talked myself out, completing my journals and the other things I started. I was over it!! I was sick of feeling like I kept getting the short end of the stick. My family then reminded me of how love I am and how much they believed in me. They sowed into me. It seemed each time I pursued something, something happened that caused me to put it on the back burner. As you can see in this video below, they wouldn’t allow me to give up on myself. Y’all, I was too outdone. My heart was so full from the outpour of love my family showed me. I wasn’t going to post this video, but I hope it serves as a reminder that you have people that believe in you. People that won’t allow you to give up on dreams. Thank you to each person that has sown into to me. Whether it was with your time, insight, money, encouragement, prayer, or being a listening ear to bounce my ideas off of. I’m internally grateful. I’m so excited. Are you guys ready for them (My Journals)? It’s time to build. *Excuse the background. We had a lot going on. All of us were home. *The commentary in this video is funny to me.

My Truth: Shattered

A couple of months ago I was trying find a word to describe my current space. Shattered is what came to mind.  ●to damage, as by breaking or crushing It seemed my world had crashed and everything was unfamiliar to me. I felt that I had lost more than I had gained. My dreams, myContinue reading “My Truth: Shattered”

My Truth:Unlovable

I can recall one morning waking up in tears. I felt alone and needed a hug. I needed to feel that someone was there for me and cared. I struggled to get out the bed this particular morning. I was contemplating whether or not I was going to call out for work. I decided toContinue reading “My Truth:Unlovable”