Apr 8, 2017
Your body can heal from bruises, bumps, cuts and breaks but your mind can never heal from emotional, physical or psychological abuse.
I am a rape survivor. I was raped when I was 19 but the abuse did not stop there. Throughout most of my adult life I have been the object of sexual harassment, domestic violence, bullying, workplace violence etc… For a long time I tried to cover up my wounds by going to church, reading my Bible, prayer, exercise, having productive hobbies such as photography, practicing Buddhist meditation, getting out into Nature, affirmations, playing Gospel, Inspirational and uplifting music, read books that are supposed to show you how you can get deliver from your thoughts, listening to progressive positive videos and podcasts, and so on. You name it I’ve tried it or am still using these strategies.
During the last 40 odd years I’ve been hospitalized repeatedly for Depression. I’ve been on all types of anti-depressants and psychosis drugs/pills to no avail. I spent two weeks on the psych ward as a prisoner at Kings County Hospital in Brooklyn, NY. One of the worst hospitals in New York. I was forced to take medication that caused panic attacks, breaks with reality, hallucinations and everything else these drugs are supposed to fix. I saw things there that scared the hell out of me and frightened me so badly that I promised myself I would never return to the hell hole again. Just thinking about that place causes nightmares.
Believe me when I say that the cure is worse than the disease.
After being released from Dante’s Inferno I began to realize that I will never escape the effects of the trauma. I will always have flashbacks, nightmares, triggers, night terrors and fears that nobody except those who’ve gone through my experience can understand. I know I will never have a loving, caring relationship with a man because too much water has passed under the bridge and I rarely trust men. My history and my experiences are my reality no matter how many times I read or watch that book/movie called The Secret.
I still do all the things I stated in the early paragraph but now as I approach my sixth decade on this earth I realize that I cannot run away from me. I was looking for a fix or a cure that does not exist. I must accept my failures, flaws, and shortcomings because no matter what I do inside my mind I will remain the same.
However all is not lost as I know when I pass from Labor to Reward I will receive my healing in Heaven and my suffering will come to an end. Finally I will find peace.
One thing that I will do when I see Jesus is ask him why I had to go through all this pain and what I did to cause it. Was there something wrong with me. That is something for which I really want an answer.
So that is my response to today’s word prompt despite the fact that I know folks won’t like my words and will say that my feelings and emotions are not true or valid but deep inside I know that my truth is my reality no matter how much I try to change it. You can’t run from yourself.
Birthday Weekend Selfies Gone Wild!!
Refreshed My Vampire Red Hair Color yesterday. Also modeling more of my blue mascara with the eyes closed pose. More Smoochie Fish Face Red Lips Poses! LOL!
Oh Say Can You See My Blue Mascara!!
The Daily Press
This place just opened up this week. When I moved to my Brownsville, Brooklyn neighborhood November 2012 this building was a church. Since it is across the street from where we live my roommate and I went to check it out. They serve coffee, tea and vegan goodies. We had the pleasure of speaking with the owner and he seems to be friendly.
Nice space with lots of potential. They are still putting on some finishing touches and it will be slamming as they progress.
My roommate treated me to a mint tea and vegan blueberry muffin. Yummy!
♡ ☆ I Give the Daily Press 4 Stars out of a possible Five. Once they finish all their construction I will give them 5 Stars!
Since my roommate is an artist, writer and playwright I suggested to him that as we continue to patronize the business that he broach the idea of having his play at this shop plus poetry readings and a small art show.
This community coffee — tea shop would be ideal for me to do a poetry performance plus a possible photography show. Of course we would be charging a nominal fee for our artistic/creative productions. The Daily Press will make money and We will make money.
Let’s see what the future holds for two artistic and creative people.
I am fortunate to have some photos dating back to the 19th Century from my Dad’s side.
I have shared these family photos in the past but let me include a few for this post. Some of these pictures might have been taken in the early 20th century but most were done in the Nineteenth Century.
Little known African American photographer.