One-thousand five hundred and ninety-nine days.
That's how long it's been since I wrote my last blog post on September 26, 2018. I titled it "The Truth About Creatives" and detailed my feelings about being...A LOT. #IYKYK
While I was able to make connections between feeling like I'm "too much" and years of being told I'm extra, scatterbrained, and do the most, I hadn't yet realized that those words in some form of fashion were first spoken over my life by my mom.
Now, over four years later, I'm standing in a reality that was always there but was then shielded by the ignorance of self-protection - my mom and I aren't compatabile.
And that truth is not just mine. It's one that's found it's way into billions of women's stories. 3.9 billion across the world to be exact. (Which might I add only sums up my research on the "might as well be motherless" sisters who are still breathing, meaning more have been and more are to come).
Because mother-daughter trauma is so widespread and I'm so far on my recovery journey from it, I've been on a multi-year quest toward a lifelong trek of throwing back the ladder and empowering women to use the lessons I've learned along the way and the tools I've developed to support my growth, to chart their own course to becoming remothered.
Revisiting the blogging world is just one of the methods I'm using to reach the 3.9B (and counting) that God has assigned to me.
So if you can relate and could use A LOT (see how I called that back đ) of community, education, and support, this one's for you. Sign up for email alerts and stay tuned for posts that challenge you to expand your self-discovery, deepen your mother-daughter trauma-informedness, and commit to generational cursebreaking at least once a week.
And for now, remember, you're 'a lot' for a reason đ
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