Hello there,
How’s everybody since we’re hostages inside our own space? If you don’t see yourself as a hostage, start interacting with COVID19 (i.e., toxic). When captured by toxicity, it does take over your life; and it’s contagious. So, take it seriously ’cause ’tain’t nothin’ to play with. That is one dangerous and deadly (toxin) – COVID19 – like anything else it’s unhealthy. You need to recognize toxicity comes (masked) in many shapes and forms. And won’t know who or what is behind that mask – ’til it’s unmasked. Sure, some can interface with toxicity and make it through – others don’t. There are times we’re unable to breathe and will quickly fall prey to serious afflictions. In these turbulent times, my heart aches for those that have experienced its raft (already). Perhaps, you’re ones who know the seriousness of toxicity. For the others, . . .
Okay, turn a deaf ear if you must! Nonetheless, I’m speaking to y’all from experiences – not what someone told me. I’m one of those lucky (blessed) ones. I’ve made it through after nearly four decades of befriending toxicity. Yes, I’d fallen several times, each had me crippled and broken. Amazingly, I’d never thought survival was possible (inside that dark space). After those falls, I’d picked self up, dusted self off, and started anew. In the finale, I wanted the world to know about my ordeal, so I’ve put pieces of it in a storybook. Those that read my memoir (or listened to the audio) you know how deeply I fell into that hell hole. One thing I didn’t reveal was the discovery – we’re broken pieces of Humpty Dumpty (when falling). The beauty of that, education is the best teacher. I’ve learned many lessons along my journey. For sure, I’m focused on where I walk and aware of toxins that get in my path. This insight has made me a visual person, a speaker, an educator, and a wellness coach. Yes, I’m one of those “show me’s.” No, I’m not from Missouri (smile)!
Since knowledge is power, I have a passion for giving back. And wish someone had given me a heads-up – before the journey. It doesn’t surprise me that my book title, “Not a Blueprint: It’s the Shoe Prints that Matter / A Journey Through Toxic Relationships,” doesn’t make top charts for reading. Perhaps, some have no interest in its subject nor care about its dangerous effects. And I’m okay with that; it doesn’t discourage me from speaking on it – at every opportunity. You know what I’ve done with this knowledge; it’s used to create my (wellness) workshops – using my props. When working on these programs, I enjoy seeing how others react to the props.
Ever since COVID19 reared its ugly face, been busy tweaking the programs (& accumulating props). For two years, I’ve done (bi-weekly) workshops at the Clayton County Transitional Center (for males); have spoken to a variety of groups (at conferences and organizations). Now, I’m excited about graduating to another venue (e.g., schools). There’s greatness in all we do; particularly, when we can put our broken self together again (and share that news). Even though some venues have reopened (don’t be blind-sighted), take precautions, maintain social distancing, wear the mask, and wash hands regularly. Beware, toxicity is live, active, and real as it invades our space. Wanna take a peek at some of the props? Just a few . . .
Is this someone you know?
My storybook (available in audio)
