My Own Darkness and The Battle for Light

fb_img_1481639500793Yesterday I made a short little post about negativity.  It is something that stuck with me throughout yesterday into last night.  I had a word to share on Facebook about it, and it was an on time word because it blessed a few of my friends.  Today I’m going to share my status with you and the comment I made about it.

“The darkness your dealing with is for a reason.  Only light can defeat it.  Maybe that’s you or someone that’s in/entering your life.  Don’t detest the process.  Trust that everything is working for your good, to give you hope and a future. EPH 3:20, JER 29:11, JOHN 1:5.”.  In my comments after hearing a good word from Joel Osteen on TV I went on to say “Also to add to this, negativity is the cause of darkness. Life and death are in the power of our words.  If we are speaking it that’s what is gonna be the framework for our mind.  Negativity is the manifestation of anxiety and hopelessness of negative thoughts.  We all have to choose every moment of every day if we are going to be positive to one another or see the worst in each other.  At the end of the day if negativity is what’s in your head then it will become you reality.”.

Now, I’m going to share with you one of my negative and dark subjects that still has a hold on me presently.  Albeit, after last night it isn’t as strong, and God is delivering me from it, but I can still feel it’s nasty dark clutches holding on to try and regain the life it had attached to me.  That darkness has a name.  One of my many past darkness that is. This one in particular it’s name is fat.  Yes you read that right, FAT. F. A. T.  So in this particular case I suppose we shall go all the way back and then play up to current events.  I do pray that whoever reads this gains understanding or encouragement for whatever battle you are facing today.  Mwah!

Technically it started when I was in the 3rd grade. The first time someone called me fat. It was my cousin, and to be frank she was jealous I had “stolen” her boyfriend. Unbeknownst to me, the boy who wanted me to be his girlfriend was her crush. Oops. My bad cuz.  It truly didn’t have any effect on me then though, because I was no where near fat.  As a child I was always overly tall for my age and my gender.  With that, came being skinny and a bit lanky.

At the age of 10 I got my first period and along with it boobs and a backside women would kill for.  I kid you not, all of this in the span of two days.  My hormones have always been a bit cuckoo like me I suppose. Anyhoo, I have also always been solidly built, strong and sturdy thighs, with good calves for support so I weighed about 100lbs at the time. Some of you will have opinions about that being skinny or not for my age, but I really don’t care because that was the last time in my life I could truly define myself as skinny and healthy together.  As a flippin 10 year old!  Soon after I started bleeding not so regularly till it came to the point where I was bed ridden, my mother had to carry me to the restroom, and she had to bathe me because I was literally wasting away from all the blood loss, not being able to eat, etc.  When I drastically dropped to 75lbs she finally got the bright idea after so many months to take me to the Dr. who decided the best course of action would be to put me on birth control to regulate my periods; alas if my mom didn’t I would probably die from malnutrition and blood loss.  My periods have never been close to normal or regular, but that’s not why we are here is it?

Needless to say I got better because I’m still alive and I also got FAT.  Well chubby and overweight.  I went from that 75lbs of skin and bones to 160lbs in a year.  I was 11 and I came in at a whopping 160lbs and wore a junior’s size 9 at the height of about 5’3.  This is unhealthy for a child, especially when the child gained all this weight by eating two layer cakes regularly by herself every week because her parents let her do whatever she pleased like morons.  Yeah, to this day I have issues with eating cake.  So during this time of my sickness and recovery I was being homeschooled and we lived in Atlanta. Shortly after that, we moved back to my tiny, hell hole, hometown.  I was in 6th grade when the real degradation and bullying started.  The first time that it actually hurt and stuck with me when someone called me an ugly word regarding my weight and body shape.  That’s when it hit me and realization poured over me like molten gold that I was overweight and I had done to it myself.  That my parent had let me do it and I was so angry and ashamed.  That’s the day I decided to be Anorexic.

From 6th to 8th grade I was called numerous names by bullies, “friends”, my crush, and others that ranged from fat, chubby, hefty, chunky, and roily poily.  In the 8th grade my crush made it his duty and my living nightmare to always make sure he was around the popular kids and walk behind me or just loudly declare “Hey it’s chunky monkey” or something of the variety that had “chunky monkey” in it.  For these middle school years my anorexia took it’s toll on my mental stability combined with the bullying that happened at school.  My weight constantly fluctuated, up and down, up and down, and so did my desire for food. Ironically in health class during 7th grade we were introduced to eating disorders.  Of course Anorexia was in there, but so was another eating disorder I had heard of yet didn’t fully comprehend until that day.  Bulimia.  Yup, you read that right again! Health class gave me the great idea that being Bulimic on top of being Anorexic would be my “fat fix”.

So I did my research, and when I was forced to eat in front of anyone for the sake of saving face, and so no would discover my dirty little secret, I would just go throw it up in the bathroom as soon as I was done.  I could be at home, school, a friend’s house, it didn’t really matter.  When I was starving so severely that I just couldn’t take the hunger pains anymore I would binge as much food as I could mentally tolerate and then I would go shove my finger down my throat until nothing but bile came up.  This went on until I was 14.  You see though, it wasn’t just the kids at school that made fun of my physical appearance. It was also family members that poked fun and called me names. Using the excuse that they were just cutting the fool with me and didn’t mean it. Deep down I knew they did though, everyone did, no one ever made those sort of remarks to me before when I was skinny.  Remarks like my grandmother and father made “You getting a little chunky there aren’t ya?” “Hey Porky” “Your mighty thick and a little fat huh kid?”.

Yeah enough of that.  On to 9th grade and my final year with my eating disorders.  I had managed to lose 20lbs and weighed 140-145 at the height of 5″6.  I had large boobs and a big backside with thick thighs, many started to envy my body shape and became jealous that “Chunky Monkey Jordan” wasn’t so chunky anymore.  I still wasn’t satisfied though, every time I looked in the mirror I saw that fat girl, felt her shame, the weight of all the names, and the guilt of all the things she had done to even had a mildly attractive physical appearance. Because guess what everyone? Words do hurt, it’s not just sticks and stones. I would much rather be physically hurt then endure another hateful comment, especially one about my weight or figure.  In my freshman year I was introduced to cocaine.  I easily and quickly became addicted to it.  It wasn’t just about the rush or the effects of the drug itself that was so intoxicating for me.  It was the complete loss of appetite, not even wanting to smell food because it made me sick, the weight loss that came with getting high on coke.  That is truly what addicted me to it and chained me down to that vicious and ferocious drug.

Even in 9th grade before my true and final results from cocaine were in there was yet another horrible and humiliating day for me.  My best friend at the time thought it would be a fun idea to pull my down my pants during break in front of the whole school.  Out of sheer embarrassment all I could do was drop to the ground and try to cover myself before anyone else saw. Instead of ya know, pulling my pants back up. Everyone laughed, some made comments like gross, ew look at her fat thighs, I see crack, she looks fat without clothes. Not one person was kind, not one person I knew stopped to help me. Then a senior who to this day is my best friend came and covered me with his letter jacket as he helped me pull my pants back up, shooed the rest of the stragglers and yelled at them, then walked me to my locker and to the office to check out.

A year later at the age of 15 I was at my lowest weight ever and my unhealthiest.  That didn’t matter to me though, I was finally skinny. I weighed 120lbs and I could wear size 3 or 4 jeans and I was so skinny that bones protruded out of my neck, collarbone, hips, and ribs.  See I have a medium frame and it’s my now honest opinion that girls that have my frame shouldn’t weigh below a certain amount because we start to look sick, and most of us are because we don’t feel good enough for the rest of the world due to our size.

At 16 I was a high school dropout, got my GED, got into a major car wreck, and two weeks before my 17th birthday found out I was pregnant with my firstborn.  After I had her I went back up to 140lbs.  Which happens to be my lowest and healthiest weight.  I wore a size 9, but I evened out quite well.  My boobs were again huge, nice rear, thick thighs, and no sickly looking bones poking out of places that they shouldn’t be.  I was almost confident in myself. Almost.  Until my SO took the physically abuse to an emotional and mental level and started calling me fat, lazy, useless, worthless, nasty, etc.  His brother took part of this too and they talked about how unattractive I was and how I was gross behind my back, but in ear’s reach constantly.

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After I left him, needless to say I was back to being just as hard on  myself as I was when I was that 12 year old chubby kid.  Of course I had never really overcame my self image issues, nor had I conquered my shame and guilt of feeling not skinny enough.  One of my friend’s with benefits told me I was pudgy and use to make it a usual joke every time we saw each other.  Almost every guy I had a fling with told other people (that always came back and told me) that I was chubby, pudgy, or too meaty behind my back.  This gave me the mindset that it must be true.  After all, we are taught that if you have the same problem with  more than one person than that problem is usually you.  So here I was yet again, stuck with this disgusting and horrid body, no matter what I did, how hard I tried, I would never ever be skinny enough for anyone else or especially myself.

Then I met my husband. He thought I was God’s gift to earth and couldn’t have made me feel more special, pretty, sexy, and confident.  Not to mention skinny or unfat.  I got pregnant with our son though, and I gained a lot of weight. I went from 145 lbs and a size 9 to 185lbs and a size 12.  After my son was a few months old the “baby weight” fell off and I was 165lbs once more and still in a size 12.  It was the biggest I had ever been in my whole life and I was in denial for a year.  My husband never said anything, he always made me feel beautiful, then one day, reality hit.

I had two strangers, on two separate occasions, in the span of a few months, not just ask, but congratulate me on my pregnancy.  When I informed them I wasn’t pregnant, one responded with “Oh, I’m so sorry, it’s just you have such a nice, round, shapely belly.” and the other’s was horrendous laughing with “You should back off from that table muscle then and work on cutting back on that food, know what I’m saying girl?”.  Yeah, never had I been accidentally mistaken as pregnant.  I was determined to do it the right way this time for my children’s sakes.  So I started working out with my boss who happened to be a personal trainer, 5 times a week, 2 hours a day. In 6 weeks I dropped back down to 145lbs and I was in a size 8-9 depending on the brand. I had abs and I felt absolutely amazing.

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Over the next 4 years for whatever reason I continually lost weight, sometimes gained, but never went over a size 9. I plateaued at a size 6 and stayed there for over a year.  It was at this point I had finally achieved my goal and was the smallest and healthiest I had ever been, and I was happy. Okay not truly happy and confident, I honestly don’t know if that is something I will ever be able to reach here on earth with my body image.  However, it was as close as I could get.  That was until last week.

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See from July-September of this year I somehow without doing anything different, except maybe becoming more active gained 22lbs out of nowhere! LITERALLY! I know that is hard to believe but it happened.  It all went straight to my hips, booty, and thighs.  The thighs and booty part I wasn’t really upset about.  But the hips, oh I was infuriated and ashamed.  Those feelings started coming back up and rearing their ugly heads.  Anytime I put on my jeans size 6 or 8 I have a muffin top. Partially due to my increased butt size and the other 50% due to increased hip size.  My measurements for the past 4 years up until this point were a 38, 26, 36.  Then they went up to a 40, 29, 40. Not so good…. AT ALL!!!!  So I started working out, eating healthier, which is pretty hard for me because I already eat healthy as it is.  As of 5 days ago I only have 7.8lbs to lose to get down to my goal weight. My measurements are 40, 28, 39.

I’m still unhappy and seeing a big issue here because my measurements haven’t changed much, I still can’t fit in my jeans without the muffin top, yet I have lost over half of what I gained?!?!  What am I doing wrong?  I’m currently in size 7/8 jeans high waisted only, otherwise, yup you guessed it! Muffin Top, and I refuse to let that happen.  However, I figure a lot can change with another 8lbs to lose and I am seeing some progress so be grateful and positive.  Stop with all the self-hate, not feeling good enough, negativity.  Then the unthinkable happened. I’m not gonna come out and say it and put it on blast, but I’m pretty sure that you intelligent people can form and educated guess on what sent me down a long, dark, deep, downward, spiral last week that made me feel all of my hard work and progress has been for nought.

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Why did it hurt so bad? Because of the trust that was there, because of the justification for the word said, for the sheer lack of concern and acknowledgment for what it caused me.  Because my faith in God was made weak due to me letting another person control my emotions, I let my negativity and all the pain, the suffering, torment, shame, embarrassment, guilt, and truth of it all come rushing back in one quick and true strike.

I let one person dictate my feelings and how I viewed myself.  Which in turn lead to me seeing myself as that same poor, helpless, lonely, unloved, fat girl who would never physically be good enough for anyone, but especially never good enough for herself.  But see that’s a lie. It’s not true. It’s what the evil one wants me to think because that is what he does he goes and “roams around as a lion looking for someone to devour.” 1 Peter 5:8 I wasn’t alert, I was caught off guard by humiliation, and I was devoured, but only temporarily. Because everything happens for a reason and I know that I am “beautiful and I am wonderfully and fearfully made in  the image of God.”

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That “God’s grace is sufficient for me, his power is made perfect in my weakness, therefore I will glory in my weaknesses, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.” 2 Cor 12:9 I may not be down another 8lbs yet, but I’m on my way there and I will get there with determination and God’s help.  I may have had “sorrow, but God will see me again, and my heart shall rejoice, and my joy no one will take away from me.” John 16:22 Because I am a child of the most high God, a royal co-heir with Christ, I am beautiful and I am the light that shines in the darkness, no number on a scale will dictate that, no past hurts will make me feel that pain, it will only be a distant memory.  I have a great, big, God who is my Abba, that I can go and lean on, curl up in his lap, and talk to him about everything and he will still tell me how much he loves me, how proud he is of me, how perfect I am to him, and how wonderful I am inside and out because he created me.

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So please beautiful person out there reading this, if you are struggling remember how beautiful you are, that you may be the only light in someone’s life, that though it is hard now peace and joy come in the morning. You may not be where you want to be today, but it’s another step closer.  Don’t give up, have faith, rejoice in your pain, praise God on credit, thank him for the good and the bad.  I ask that if you don’t know him, that you at least give him a chance and try getting to know him.  I promise it will be the most rewarding thing you have ever done in this life and the next. For Jesus said “Come to me all those who are weary and heavy burdened, I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.  For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”.  Matthew 11:28-30.  As always and until next time,

Peace and Love,

J.

 

 

OH MY GEESH…It’s a TWEEN..NOOOO!!

26I don’t even know where to start or begin, work in, find a middle or end. What a doozy.

SN: Sit down, prepare yourself, get a cup of coffee, sweet tea, or whatever your heart’s desire. This is a rather long post and probably one of the most interesting to date. For some of you maybe even mind-blowing. Enjoy!

I have a tween….. I’m still learning to figure out how to control my emotions because well let’s face it I never really was taught how to be a sociably acceptable human being, and until I met my husband I never truly realized the depth of how far down my emotions, specifically anger went. Now my eldest is a tween. A flipping adolescent who is giving me a run for my money on attitude and emotional control. I never really had an issue with respecting my elders or being ungrateful for what I had in life. I definitely had an issue with seeing everything from the pessimistic point of view, and that is something I still struggle with today.

They say that your children specifically the one who is the same gender as you AND firstborn is the one that’s supposedly guaranteed to give you 10x’s more of your own worst attributes than you ever thought possible. I really believed this to be a myth or an old wives tale. It was realized as fact with my daughter. She is so much of me, good and bad, light and dark, wonderful, amazing, resilient, and eager. Yet she is also the worst part of me and then some. I really see a lot of my mother in her. Sometimes I wonder how it missed me (Thank you Jesus) and hit her. She seems to have inherited the worst qualities that woman has ever, and still does possess. The sheer mouthiness and lack of utter respect that she has for me and her father, or any adults much less any other human being drives me to a maddening point. At such a point I’m forced to separate myself from her before I lose my religion and say something that can’t be unsaid. In the age of offense and safe spaces I fear that my daughter is going to grow up to be a whining, narcissistic, liberal, sociopath with one of the biggest senses of entitlement to be seen yet.

I remember the day she was born, I remember how hard she fought for her life those first 72 hours, and the first two weeks she bravely refuted the odds in that little incubator. She showed me her first bit of fight and courage. Through her first year of life she showed my amazing resiliency and the will to learn no matter the circumstances. When she met my husband at the age of two she had no reservations or fear of this new man beside her mommy. She openly welcomed him into her life with her baby dolls, tea parties, pretend castles, forts, hot wheels, and dress up clothes that usually ended up muddy outside from her bike rides and adventures. She gave him a chance before I did and she did so with only that love and openness an innocent child with pure love can do. Sometimes I wonder if she was as happy as I was on our wedding day. The joy in her face and the twinkle in her eye. The constant laughter and sheer excitement that had her bouncing up and down the beach through the sand as we tried to keep her dress nice and clean. In her mind her daddy found her and he was her’s forever.

Through the next few year’s as various family members re-entered her life and proceeded to walk out of it then forcefully re-enter it again she started to change. Gone was that gleeful joy on her face that no one could ever take away, and it was replaced with concern and fear of the upheaval taking place in her life. It was later replaced with acceptance and understanding of why these things had happened as she still held on to that spark in her eye and the happiness inside. However, I knew, as a mother you only have to feel the essence your child carries to know what’s changed and why. That is until they become tiny, little, hormone raging, psychopaths with the intent to drive you insane before they turn 16.

Savanna started rebelling at the age of 7, it has been ever present since, but she hit her plateau of mischief and utter spitefulness at the age of 8. She had seen six different doctors, two of which were counselors, two psychiatrists, and two pediatrician’s. All of them agreed she had ADHD as well as Anxiety. Her first psychiatrist who we took her to for testing stated she was suffering from not only ADHD and Anxiety, but an unspecified mood disorder and ODD. Savanna started seeing a counselor during this time and was referred to a psychiatrist by her pediatrician. Her new psychiatrist had an in house counselor who Savanna started seeing as well as her other counselor, and they all agreed she was most certainly ADHD positive, suffered from GAD, and a kick of anxiety separation. Her psych believed she also suffered from unspecified mood disorder and her in house counselor agreed. However, only her psych believed that she suffered from ODD. They all did agree though, that all of her disorders and disabilities were due to the traumatic experiences she had been through so young in life; and the constant upheaval of people who should have been permanent parts of her life making themselves available whenever convenient for them.

I am by no means exonerated from this, as if I were more mature at the time I probably could have handled things quite a bit differently that would have resulted in either a) the permanent removal of said people, or b) I could have at the very least done something about it sooner. Nevertheless, what is done is indeed done. Savanna was put on medication to help with her ADHD as she had trouble with schooling, and as the medication intensified her anxiety she was put on an anti-depressant to help relieve this effect. She is now 10 and is off the ADHD medication completely and doing quite well without it. She is on the lowest dose of her anti-depressant medication and will hopefully be completely off of it by the start of the new year. The improvements she has made in the past year is by far more than leaps and bound and I’m starting to see that little girl who’s joy knew no limits uncover herself right before my eyes again.

Unfortunately, with that comes the little girl who truly believes she knows best and is in her own right an adult capable of making most decisions for herself on her own. Not only does she think this way, she behaves this way, and acts on it. She does this at home, school, in public places, in other people’s homes, and even at church in the past. I know most of it goes hand in hand with the age and the territory, but this is on another entirely different level and playing field. How quickly her bright, beautiful, loving, blue eyes can turn to menacing, deceitful, mocking pits of terror truly shakes me to my core. Savanna is infatuated with boys, has already had her first sneak peek into watching porn, bye-bye tablet, habitually lies to make herself look as innocent as possible, and is the youngest master manipulator I know. The force is strong with this one and the dark side would love to have her as their new reigning Sith Lord.

To bring you a scale deeper and to clear up a few things stated above I will enlighten you on a bit of Savanna’s unacceptable behaviors that came to her as a learned behavior. Mind you these are just a few of the MANY behaviors my daughter has exhibited. My mother, who is a qualified, narcissistic, bi-polar sociopath has told Savanna countless times since the age of 2 that she does not have to listen to me or my husband. That it is okay for her to do what she wants as long as she listens to her mammie AKA my mom. She has also ingrained in my daughter that it is okay to lie to me, and other adults as long as she tells her mammie the truth, and it is also okay to keep secrets; but with mammie only. My mother has basically brainwashed my daughter into believing it is okay to disrespect your elders, not follow directions, lie to everyone, and keep secrets no matter what they are. As long as it’s with every other person on this planet except my mother. Not only has my mother told my daughter this, but she has also shown her that it is okay by her actions. My mother has lied to me and countless others numerous times in front of Savanna, she enables her negative behavior by arguing with me, and questioning me and my authority in front of my daughter; and she has also badgered Savanna several times by asking her asinine questions.

Such as:

  • Are you happy with your parents?
  • Are mommy and daddy nice to you?
  • Would you like to come live with me?
  • Do you get what you want here?
  • Do you feel loved?
  • Do they feed you enough?
  • Do you feel abused or neglected?
  • Do you think you need more attention?
  • Do you think they care more about your younger brother than they do you?

Now. I understand that if this was a normal situation and my relatives were normal people then some of these questions seem completely appropriate, and it’s just my mother being a normal grandma. However, this is not the case. When my mother took advantage of me joining the military and having to grant her temporary guardianship of my daughter (so that I could leave for basic) by trying to come and take my child from me and gain full permanent custody the following year because she did not like the way I was raising her is not a normal action. When my mother called my daughter’s paternal grandmother and made up countless lies to her so that she would call DFCS on my husband and I so that they together could try to get my daughter’s biological father custody of my daughter is not normal. When my mother also called every single other member in my family who would listen to her on both sides of my family to try and make me out to be a horrible, abusive, mean, neglectful mother to my child is not normal.

I’m sure you are wondering some of the following questions as I would wonder some of the same:

  • Why did she do all those things?
  • What made her think all these horrible things about you?
  • Is any of it true?
  • Are you a bad parent?
  • How do you know she did all these things?
  • Why should I believe anything you are posting here? This is just your side of the story.

LET me tell you. I’m more than happy to answer those questions. One my mother is insane. As listed above she is the most narcissistic textbook sociopath I know. She is also bi-polar and a hypochondriac to boot. Secondly, I think that because my mother helped me raise my daughter for 18 months of her life that she feels entitled to her somehow. Thirdly, I think that because she watched what my daughter and I went through with her biological father that she didn’t trust me to do right by my own child. Finally, I also think that because of all the mistakes she made with me, she projected these same attributes onto me and has now convinced herself that I am the person she makes me out to be.

If you need any further explanation on questions 1 and or 2, or you are unsure of what a narcissist and a sociopath is please use Google and educate yourself, it is rather intense and interesting to say the least. If you are a geek like me in how the human mind works. In a nutshell these people are some of the most selfish, controlling, manipulative, habitual lying, vindictive, entitled, and offended people you will ever meet. Not to mention they are always playing the victim card and never seem to know what they did wrong to anyone. When the same problem reoccurs with not just one person but several you are probably the problem. Ever hear that saying? Yeah? Been through it? You have either a) dealt with someone in gross denial about a particular trait or b)came into contact with a narcissist.

Number 3 and 4. No. I was investigated by DFCS, my husband and I both were for the phone calls made by my daughter’s “concerned” grandmother’s and they cleared us of any neglectful, abusive, or improper care of both of our children. Which was just one of the many traumatic experiences my daughter had to go through. Thanks mom! I do not think I’m a bad parent, nor do I believe I’m supermom either. Have I made mistakes in parenting before? Yes. Could I have made better choices? Yes. Do my children go without? No. Are they properly clothed, fed, housed, cared for, and loved? Yes. 110% Are they spoiled? To an extent. Are they disciplined? Yes. Are they abused? No. Do I make them do chores? Yes. They are taught you have to earn things that they can not just be handed to you.

Number 5. I know she did all these things, because of the following:

  • My daughter’s paternal grandmother called me and told me
  • One of the caseworkers at the DFCS slipped and told me
  • The majority of my family members all called and told me the viscous rumors and lies my mother had made up about me and my husband.
  • My daughter told me when she was 9 years old all the things my mother had told her after intensive psychological treatment from her doctors.

Number 6. Well now you don’t’ have to do you? That’s the beauty of the internet, some things can be proven and verified while others can’t. Either way it’s not going to affect me in the slightest what you choose to believe and not believe. I’m simply sharing this because it’s my blog and my tween drove me to the brink of insanity last night. None of this makes me love her any less, nor does it hinder her intelligence, dull her shine, make her less capable of love, or less of the most beautiful girl I have ever created with my body, and surely nonetheless miraculous. I hope that someone out there that needs some help and advice or just simply needs to know they aren’t alone and aren’t crazy reads this and realizes that their stable and more than likely a good parent trying to do their best with an unruly child. Or maybe you have a crazy family member that you just can’t deal with anymore and you are seriously considering suicide or going and seeing a doctor to pour out your mind’s antics.

Let me tell you, you are not alone, you are brave, you are beautiful, and the apple of God’s eye. As one of my favorite Pastor’s says hitting control+alt+delete in real life isn’t mean. It is sometimes necessary and doesn’t mean you stop loving that person. It simply means you love yourself enough to let them go. Put them on the balcony and let them watch you from a distance. Until next time, as always

Peace and Love,

J.

Here We Go…Hey Y’all

Life, Self-Help, Insecurity, Falling down, Making your way to the top.

So I was thinking and going through all the writings I already have on paper to decide which one should be my first post.  Then I thought “By golly!” LOL <—– if I even pick one of these I will never get any followers, and they will know the true depth of my craziness without understanding why.  Now then, I know there’s about 3-5 different little areas here where your suppose to write “about” or “describe” yourself, but I know it’s a bit more complicated than that for me and you good people deserve a backstory.  So here we go!….. In the briefest way possible.  I pray I am able to connect with you and give you the hope, inspiration, drive, emotion, will, whatever it is by sharing! My name is Jordan(female here), I’m 27 years young, and pursuing the calling on my life.  I’m absolutely blessed to have the guy I do as my forever.  No really, I am! He should have killed me by now.  I’m difficult, abrasive, blunt, outgoing, stubborn, spoiled, and mean when Ohhhhh I’m in any shape, form, or space uncomfortable.  However, I do have my redeeming qualities, Such as: I’m loyal to a fault, kind, protective, big hearted, honest, real, a go getter, an awesome cook, superb advice giver, smart, loving, and weeeellll not too hard on the eyes.  I’m also very open minded and  non judgmental.  That’s ALOT coming from my upbringing folks! I blame all the negative traits and qualities on my heritage, and the fact that there are waaaaaaaayyyyy toooooooooo many offended people out in this big world today.  Anyhoo, I was raised in Southeast Georgia back and forth from a piss, poor, small town and Atlanta.  My mother is a bible thumping Pentecostal and my daddy AKA the sperm donor is a Southern Baptist.  I was raised between the two since an infant and I watched both my parents tear each other and themselves apart.  How? You wonder? Here’s a short list below:

  • Mom-Belligerent Nagger
  • Dad-Drunk
  • Mom-Classic Religitard
  • Dad-Cheater
  • Mom-Gold Digger
  • Dad-Habitual Drug User
  • Mom-Habitual Liar
  • Dad-Never Communicated
  • Both-Hypocrites-Talked about each other to their families
  • Both-Used me as their pawn from a very young age

So over the course of my early life they were married and divorced a total of 5 times……to each other.  I was an early bloomer and very promiscuous so I lost my virginity to a “good ole Christian Country boy” at a young age.  I rebelled as hard as I could against my mother, (that’s another for another time), started smoking cigarettes at 11, drinking at 13, drugs at 14, raped at 15, and that’s not all.  I got into a life altering car accident at the age of 16 where my “friends” left me for dead.  I was in a coma for a week, in the hospital for 3 months, and did rehabilitative outpatient therapy for an additional 6 months learning how to walk again due to the injuries I sustained.  Right after we moved back home and a few weeks before my 17th birthday I wound up pregnant with my firstborn.  Shortly after her biological father proposed to me and I said yes. LIKE AN IDIOT! Thankfully, we did not end up tying the knot.  I know he would agree with me on that too.   He became very physically, mentally, and emotionally abusive a few months into my pregnancy.  My pregnancy was high-risk and I left him halfway through it.  Then the stupid girl that I was let her hormones get the best of her and take over till she ran back to him…..THE NIGHT I WENT INTO LABOR.  My daughter had some medical issues at birth and was on life support for the first 72 hours of her life, she spent 2 weeks in the NICU, and is now healthy as an Ox.  I finally got my wits about me and left her biological father for good.  He never tried to have much interaction with her at that point in her life, and to be honest I never saw him taking an interest in her life EVER(or him growing up)… Until I got engaged.  Again another story for another time. SN: I’m not bashing bio dad here, I’m simply stating facts that happened at this current time in our lives.  To continue, I already had my GED, and had started college while working two jobs.  Yes I still lived in that some crap hole town.  Little did I know that later that year I was going to meet my husband.  One night at Fort Gordon, GA while my brother from another and I were shopping for his big party for his birthday I saw a handsome fellow, but couldn’t muster the courage to talk to him and introduce myself.  Oh my, but Arthur didn’t mind doing it for me! So he got my number and then proceeded to wait a WHOLE DAY to call me!  After 3 months of dating he flew me out to meet his family during Exodus and bamboozled me with a proposal and a wedding in his mother’s living room three days later.  We came back to Georgia, he finished AIT, and got order to Fort Stewart, GA (OF ALL PLACES).  We then started our new lives together.  I transferred schools and eventually graduated, we got pregnant and gave Savanna (our beautiful daughter) a baby brother.  We had our up’s and down’s, legal battles with Savanna’s biological father (Yet again, another story, another time), issues with each other’s families, and being a new couple, but we worked through it with God’s grace.  Mac was agnostic when I first met him and I with little effort converted him to Christianity.  We had a great church and stayed at Fort Stewart for 8 years.  When I say we had trials and tribulations, lots of adventures too, (That too, is yet AGAIN, another story for another time) let’s say we put the CAPITAL T in it.  This year Mac got orders to Fort Sill, Oklahoma.  Now before I get ahead of myself let’s briefly discuss that up until 2015, starting in 2012 I was a binge drinking alcoholic.  Anytime I had a sitter I was out getting drunk.  In February God slapped me over the so hard that my rude awakening was a total meltdown.  I was diagnosed with several medical conditions and my anxiety attacks were on like Donkey Kong.  I had a nervous breakdown due to many reasons not listed and had to pick up the pieces of my life.  I did that with the support of my Mac, my sister Tara, and God.  It was just me and God a lot, but he tends to give you people when you ask for help. 🙂  I couldn’t have been more excited, stressed, happy, terrified, ecstatic, sad, and emotional about the move.  After all, the farthest I had ever lived from Georgia was New Orleans, LA and we only traveled to Kansas City, Missouri side, when we had the cash.  I’m pleasantly surprised here. The weather is great, the humidity is barely recognizable.  The land is beautiful, there is so much more to do in the town we live in, and it’s much bigger.  The people though………It’s about 50/50.  Due to my multiple tattoos, partially shaved head, retro attire, and RBF as it has been aptly coined, I try to pay no mind.  Sometimes it’s blatantly obvious though, like when it’s your cashier at the check out line that refuses to utter a single syllable to you.  None of that matters in the long run though, we are called to be a light unto the world and shine for Jesus.  So for every single person’s darkness I can  illuminate then that’s a win! I have written here a brief account of some of the good and not so good things that I have endured over my short time here on Earth.  There is oh so much more that I promise to share with you, because I believe God uses our messes for other’s messages.  I know this is my platform and my duty is to help you find you and your happiness.  So until next time blessings always and may God’s favor abound you.

Peace & Love,

J

DISCLAIMER: I don’t care what your religion is, if you have one or not, your political affiliation, your sexual orientation, your race, your past, your present, what you have been through or are going through, your personal views, etc.  I WANT TO HELP YOU! I KNOW THAT I CAN BE THAT LIGHT FOR YOU IF YOU WILL SIMPLY ALLOW IT.