It was the day I was finally letting go of the pain of rejection and parental trauma. This was a day I found my bottom. For years people told me to just get over it. “You’ll be fine.” But I wasn’t…
Sure, I could get up every day but I was depressed and my life was suffering.
That’s when I had a chance to meet the “Real Nikeema.”
Now I’m here in this mental hospital thinking about what to do next?
And as I quickly found out, I wasn’t very nice or forgiving to myself.
For most part I was broken and I knew I needed to heal. During one of my counseling sessions it was asked of me about my past. I shared the abandonment of my mother and family. I shared how I had been living on my own since I was 14. I even shared the ups and downs of two failed marriages.
The advice I was given was to forgive and grieve the loss of my mother.
To my shocked and awe, I was forced to face my fears. Challenged to forgive a mother for leaving me and grieve her abandonment as if she had died.
I was confused …
Not for me, but for little girl in me …
Because for me, I knew what my next step was. I knew I had to move on. I knew I had to pick myself up off that cold mental hospital floor. I knew I had to save myself.
That next year, I stumbled on cool ways to take the things I had been through in my life and turn those things into a purpose.
