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Tag: Mental Health
No one is coming to save you, Jesus already did that. 🩷
I’M NOT EMBARRASSED ABOUT ANYTHING!
I’ve struggled. I’ve been hurt by people I loved the most. I’ve been double crossed, used, played, played with, bamboozled, hood-winked, AND led astray. I’ve been betrayed by friends. I’ve been broke and broken. I’ve mismanaged money and priorities. I’ve ugly cried and had emotional challenges and mental issues (still do).
I’ve privately taken L after L. Lost, rebuilt, repeat. I’ve, on several occasions, had to live back home as an adult when life brought me back into my mother’s nurturing arms. My safe place.
I’ve run from grief. I’ve been blindsided and discarded. Yes, dumped. I’ve begged for someone to see my value and worth. I’ve been embarrassed by circumstances that happened to me. I’ve been hurt by fake love, mentally broken, and absolutely stupid many times. I’ve given out blind loyalty and trust without thinking twice, and it came back to bite me. I’ve been depressed and suicidal many times.
But one thing is for certain, I’ve always ate everything up and remained 10 toes down through it all. Bent but never folded. Never switched up.
So for me, my body represents more than flesh. It represents strength, resilience, and freedom. Courage. It represents proof that a body that went through war may have scars, but that’s the beauty in it all. My body represents health, healing, God’s love, God’s grace, and God’s sovereignty.
With love, Sonique 🩷🎀✒️
No one is coming to save you, Jesus already did that. 🩷 Let hope hold your hand while you save yourself. Be your own hero.
Mental Health Monday 🧠
You can not heal in the same environment that wounded you. Heal and rebuild. There is freedom in that.
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Mental Health Monday 🧠
Please do not ever be ashamed or embarrassed about what your healing and what your survival looks like. Do not be ashamed about how your days look and what you have to do to get through them. Cry, scream, release, and feel. Then, boss up. As many times as you need to.
As you sit through your uncomfortability or whatever you are going through, allow your heart to be inspired by the moments where you didn’t give up, where you clawed yourself out of your devastation. Please remember, some days will be good, others will inevitably be bad, but also remember that you can survive them all… one day at a time.
Untangle Grief 🫂
Becoming a widow in 2020 at just 29 years old shocked me to my core. Brought me to my knees in disbelief. To lose someone you were with for 15 years to murder, unexpectedly, was devastating, to say the least.
Because of his popularity, impact, and the circumstances surrounding his death, I opted to grieve and honor his legacy privately. I opted not to publicly disclose any details, nor speak about his murder out of respect for his family, my mental stability, and most importantly, him.
You see, when you’re with someone for that long, on bad terms or not, your loyalty and love run thick. Well, it should. I used to feel guilty and awful about privately remembering and honoring him. But I don’t anymore. As I began to heal, I learned that I could grieve and remember him privately and in a sacred regard. Without the eyes of social media or the news / blogs asking for an interview. I learned that it is okay to protect and tuck myself into a safe place to grieve.
Quite honestly, after almost three years, some days, it’s still too painful to bear. It’s still too raw and emotionally challenging to comprehend. This year is particularly rough because he would be graduating from law school (University of Michigan Law) and getting ready to enter into a new exciting chapter. But that’s not reality-based anymore. He transitioned to be with our Holy Father and is resting peacefully. He earned that.
As I painfully yet ambitiously move through my journey of grief, there is one component in particular that has been my saving grace, Untangle Grief.
Untangle Grief is a community, a family of grievers who support each other, uplift each other, inspire each other, and often time pick each other up. It’s a safe space to expose your grief wounds, let out your sadness, and encourage the people walking the same journey as you.
Untangle Grief has been many times my lifeline. With this community, I’m learning how to carry the grief and not let it consume me. I’m learning that it is okay not to be okay. Most importantly, I’m learning that I’m not alone in my bereavement. That, that is what keeps me going.
Join us. Join us as we lift, encourage, support, and inspire one another. You are not alone, and neither am I.
https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=uk.co.disciplemedia.untangle
P.s.: If you can’t take things day by day, try taking it moment by moment. ❤️🩹 Either way, try.
Galatians 6:9 🙌🏼
When your intentions are pure, you never lose anyone, they lose you. – Nipsey Hussle 👑
❤️🩹…”Ate homemade chili in my Hillary Clinton mug.”…❤️🩹
Thursday Re-Cap:
🫠 Random dream about the rapper Gunna.
😭 Left work early, major grief melt-down.
👑 Momma talked me off the ledge.
😋 Ate homemade chili in my HRC mug.
🤮 Dog puked and tried to eat it.
🥰 Watched Chicago P.D.
🙌🏼 Spent quality time with God.
Father God, continue to heal me. Continue to allow me to sit with these uncomfortable emotions, have these difficult conversations and sort through these painful feelings. Continue to force me to sit in my grief and loss because I ran from it for far too long. Continue to use my solitude for my healing. And Father, continue to use me to serve, inspire and help your people. May your will and only your will manifest and be done.
In Jesus’s sovereign, righteous and holy name, Amen.
Mental Health Monday: Quit Asking. 🤐
Mental Health Monday: Pill Shaming 💊
Pill Shaming: occurs when someone expresses negative opinions or disdain when you tell them you’re using medication to treat a mental health issue, disorder or illness.
For years I was so afraid to reveal that I needed mental health medication to live a fulfilling and stable life. I’m here to proudly say, I do.
Sertraline (Zoloft) and Quetiapine (Seroquel) to be exact.
Lastly, stop pill shaming. It’s so ugly.
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