Socrates said that the unexamined life is not worth living. Ironically, I have examined my life on many occasions and determined that my life was not worth living after careful examination. There were times I looked at my past and examined the struggles I faced on a daily basis. Doing so left me without hope and a desire to bring an end to it all. Continue reading “How to Commit Suicide – My Search for ways to end it all”
On November 6th the United States went to the polls and elected President Barack Obama for a second term in office. Just four years earlier history was made with President Obama becoming the first person of color to attain the nation’s highest office. The moment Obama signaled his intent to run for office, the issue of race became the focal point of many political discussions.
Live, laugh, love, are three words we hear often, as we seek to remind each other of the frailty of life and the need to live it to the fullest. The journey along this pathway of life leads us to many turns, and hills; it is filled with laughter and tears, and at times the sense or wanting to give up. However throughout life we are blessed to encounter people who make our journey a little less daunting. Some people we meet along the way and become friends, others walk into our path for a moment, and then they leave forever. Then there are those people that walk with us every step of the way, they are what we call family. Our family is a gift, unlike friends, they are not people we chose, they are people we grow to depend on, people we grow to share our roadway of life with, people who will be there for us when the world seems to disappear. Our experiences with these souls are what create memories, and it is our memories that allow us to relive each moment in life for as long as we desire. Our memories bring back laughter, our memories bring back moments we seek to capture, moments that remind us that each day is indeed a blessing. Continue reading “Tribute to an uncle and lessons to live a better life…”
My feet tingle, my heart begins to race, and a slew of emotions begin rushing through my head, as the tears begin to flow. That is how every moment starts for me when I recall some of the hardships I have endured in my life.
This is the second installment of a two-part series. For background information please refer to part 1 of the identically themed article.
Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave it to the wrath of God, for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.” To the contrary, if your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink; for by so doing you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. – Romans 12:19-21
What Would Jesus Do?
Not long after we left the police station trying to process the events that had unfolded, my mom began to feel a sense of guilt. The countless calls she received from her church friends planted in her mind that maybe I perceived Nate’s approach incorrectly. Continue reading “The Past Came Rushing Back: The Role of Religion in protecting the Abuser – Pt. 2”
He held my hands and told me it would be okay, every hurt I had been through would be washed away with what was about to ensue. That was the guarantee that my molester gave me moments before he would proceed to take advantage of me. Being a defenseless child I endured every moment of it, and ironically at times I would ask to be molested. Why? Overtime I accepted the words of the offending party, I bought into the myth that sexual molestation was my escape from reality, even at the tender age of 4. Continue reading “The Past Came Rushing Back: The Role of Religion in protecting the Abuser – Pt. 1”
I have indeed been overwhelmed and humbled by the numerous support and response I have received since I posted my initial “The Anatomy of Abuse” blog yesterday. Many of you have written to me personally giving me your support and encouragement. It truly means a lot to me. Many of you have also asked about how I managed to go through life thus far with the history of my past. I am therefore writing this as a follow-up to answer some of the questions I have since received. Continue reading “The Anatomy of Abuse – Part 2: Learning to Embrace your Past”
My heart raced, and beads of sweat began pouring down my face, eventually the world around me ceases to exist and I was drifting away into my own universe one where I questioned my existence. In my universe I was driven by fear of not being good enough, and the fear of being ridiculed. In my universe I thought of a world where maybe I could be perfect, maybe I could be different, maybe, just maybe I could be like others around me. Continue reading “The Anatomy of Abuse: How to turn adversity into triumph”