Sold Out

Dear readers,

I sold out and I settled. I can do better, but I did what so many others do when they feel beaten down by life and loneliness we settle. We tell ourselves that the situation we are settling for is not so bad. All the while the little voice in the back of your head whispers, who do you thinking you’re fooling? When you are in the state that you chose to settle whether it’s a job, the place you live, people we live with or a partner there are constant reminders flashing themselves daily letting us know that we are not being true to ourselves. The world is full of unhappy people who have settled. They live each day with buildup resentment because that little voice gets louder saying, you desire better or why didn’t you wait? This is an unhealthy emotional state to live in. In the beginning you tried to quiet the voice but as time goes by that job you settled for becomes a place of torture. The house, apartment and neighborhood that you took because you felt that you had no choice become a place of tribulation instead of peace. And the partner you settled for he or she becomes the person you want to run away from instead of getting closer to them. In the end if you truly desire to be true to thyself you face the truth that you willingly made a mistake hope no one gets hurt and you get out. There is no happiness in denial.
What say you?

amazon.com/author/rahshemahfloyd

THE TERROR OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

The scares are visible, the pain comes and goes, but the memories are still there. I hope this helps someone to get help, get out and heal

dragthepen

This article is in honor of the women who came before me and the ones after me.

            I had blinders on. I wasn’t blinded by love just pure ignorance. My mother never whispered words of warning about the “wolves in sheep’s clothing”, nor did I see the “proceed with caution sign”. I describe my experience with domestic violence, as being in the Twilight Zone, during that period of time nothing seemed real, it felt like it was staged. Although my wounds have healed, my heart is mended and my spirit restored; I think about the women who did not make it out and are still knee deep in the grips of the terror of domestic violence. My story is one of hope, desire and rebirth.

The Face in My Mirror

A Self Portrait

 I woke up that morning as I did every morning, feeling like I had been drinking all…

View original post 757 more words