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Bish Don’t Kill My Vibe: How Carrying the Dumped Baggage of Others Holds You Back
“And then I suddenly realized that I was not obligated to carry the suitcases that I didn’t pack and didn’t have my name on them” A. Nichole For years I allowed people to dump their low-self-esteem, feelings of unworthiness, unhealed childhood traumas, failed relationship wounds and anything else they didn’t want to carry or deal…
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Breathe Again: A 7-Step Guide to Heal From Heartbreak and Open Your Heart to Love
On Tuesday, 8/9, I’m releasing my 10th e-book on Amazon! I am so excited to share the Preface and Introduction with you! Preface Ann Voskamp said, “Shame dies when stories are told in safe places.” The safest place I know is in the pages of the books I read and the ones I write. Before…
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You Don’t Need to Forgive to Be Free
I’ve always had a serious issue with the concept of forgiveness. It never made any sense to me and it never resonated with my spirit. Why should I, the one who was done wrong offer anything, especially forgiveness to one who has wronged me? Why does the onus now lie on me? Since when did…
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Pity P****y and People Pleasing: I Lost Every Time
“If it is all burning and misery ahead, I hope the version of myself that is tired from rising from the ashes in the end shows up and keeps me from dancing into the fire to begin with” Upile Chisala I have been engaged in a deeper level of self-reflection and self-awareness lately. I mean,…
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You Ain’t Married Yet? The Question Everyone is Asking
“Think not that you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy directs your course” Khalil Gibran I’ve been hearing this question a lot lately. Mainly from other women. The question is always framed with equal amounts of surprise, pity, and the thought that maybe something is secretly wrong with…
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Shame, Shoes and Stones: The Skeletons in My Closet
“Shame dies when stories are told in safe places” Yesterday morning while I was cleaning the juicer I started screaming and hollering. The screams and hollers bellowed from my belly. My heart felt so heavy and I had to get it out. There were three huge, long hollers. My stomach hurt . The same hurt…
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A Sojourn Back Home: My Book of Poems
“When the dust settles and all that is left is the bones of who you have always been. Will you be brave enough to sing them to life” Jessi Mendez Many of you may not know, but I wrote a book of poems and self-published the book this summer. I’d like to share the introduction…
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The Men Who Lie to Have Us
“Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same” Warsan Shire Some men will be attracted to your light, desire to have access to that light and will do anything to get it, even if it means lying or withholding information. He sees the rarity, the uniqueness. He knows that his…