Once upon a time…

My mom, two sisters, and I

If you guys are in school, then you know that it is the end of the semester (AKA “final season” AKA “let me learn everything that my professor told me to read months ago”). 

This kind of gives an explanation as to why I have not been able to post that much lately. ANYWHO…

This morning, in my Gender Violence class, I had to give a presentation about my volunteer work that I’ve been doing at The Family Place. Simple enough, right? (That’s a rhetorical question, guys.)

Of course it’s not that simple! It’s MY life we’re talking about here!

The Family Place is a women’s shelter for victims of domestic violence. After months of being there, I fell in love with the place, the people, and the environment. I realized that I had more in common with these women than I would have ever thought. I always looked at it as I was going there to help them, but they actually helped me.

One thing that I’ve never talked about or shared with very many people (especially a large group like my class earlier) was that I actually grew up in a household with domestic violence. I promise I’m not trying to blast you, Mom. (Yes, my Mom reads my blog.)

I found it almost therapeutic to be able to put a face to many of the statistics about which we were reading. 

Domestic violence is a very real act and it is something that should be discussed. My class (especially the Black students) got a kick out of when I said, “I never talked about what it was like in my household growing up because, as Black people, we are taught not to go to a therapist. We are taught to go to church!” 

Of course I believe that religion plays a big role in dealing with things, but at the same time, we feel as though need to share our stories with someone that we feel is not judging us.

What have you been through that you’re withholding? What has happened in your life that can benefit someone else? What issues have you encountered that you could use to help someone else that is in a similar situation?

I’ve learned that there are certain situations that can’t just be looked at and thought about with the attitude that “IT IS WHAT IT IS“. 

Your story can always help someone else. I don’t know who may have needed to hear what I said earlier, but I’m sure it was someone. If life were easy, the word “testimony” wouldn’t start with “test”

My challenge to you is to share a bit of your story with someone. If you have no one, you can share it with me. I’ll listen. =)

Stay blessed, my people. →

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