God reprimanded me like only He can about he content I’ve shared on here. For something entitled “memoirs of Keisha” there was very little insight into my history so here goes!
A great deal of my childhood is blurred, based on my subconscious coping method of forgetting what hurt.
During my healing process, God forced me to face some truths.
- My self loathing didn’t begin with the habitual cheating of my first real boyfriend.
- Despite my ability to help others, I was drowning in depression since childhood.
- I had no idea who I was and I spent my life allowing everyone else to tell me who I ought to be.
So, here goes nothing. When I was 11, I hated everything around me. I was briefly separated from my mother and felt abandoned, I was sad but instead of talking I decided I would forget once and for all. My adolescence included great battles with suicide and failed attempts that made me feel like… You guessed it, a failure! I mean, I couldn’t even die right.
The world I pictured without me was better off. I would do everyone a favor and just disappear. I began self medicating, I stole my uncle’s pain medication and took a few – it left me in a daze for days (that rhymed) – but someone noticed. My aunt called me in and asked about the pills, my world crumbled, not only did I fail at dying – I had to now share the embarrassment with my aunt who was aware of my shortcomings.
I was sad, I had hurt I couldn’t explain so I pretended it didn’t exist. But – I couldn’t be sad, they would be disappointed…
I wanted love, I just didn’t know where to find it, I didn’t know what it looked like.
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To be continued…
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