“A mind that is stretched by new experience will never go back to its old dimensions.”–Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
I am aware that my blog life has been a “You betta do it” and “I will” task listed for the last 6 months. The last half of 2018 exploded in gratuitous blessings. My eldest son married in September, I became fully employed as a licensed therapist in September as well. Transitions are phenomenal, overwhelming and hard work.
Pre-Wedding Night Bru was sick Family…missing Darius
Acculturation is difficult—in spite of degrees, education, life experiences and anticipation. I want to tell you that it has been without difficulty. I would love to tell that serving each population has its rewards. In addition, I would like to say that therapy and being a #therapist give way to a functionality of balance. I would love to tell you that working within my purpose my calling, my gift is not painful. What I feel that I need to tell you, what I am required to address is that I hurt …am hurting; that oftentimes I lose my way …that most times I am unable to see the good and that at times I am unable to see the good in the fight.
Although, therapy is Life—my heart. There are most times I knowingly need to be pulled away from it. How ever my heart may break especially when “The System” wins and even with the knowledge of how it works, I will allow it all to eat at me. I ask God to give me strength to see, to comprehend, to think differently, and to continue to affect change, to impact to empower all the while healing and progressing in the field of therapy. I am currently watching a marathon of #LivingSingle. The episode filmed in 1996 –when Khadijah’s (Queen Latifah) character starts to feel a great deal of pressure and her mother tells her to seek therapy. Treating Black Women as a Black Therapist is not easy. Honestly, we are the most difficult population to reach, help, teach, and to carry an expectation that I am being a good therapist or merely a buffer —a sounding board for their pain creates an unyielding wound inside me.
I believe teaching people a different way to think, a different way to be that leads them away from toxic beliefs, toxic patterns and toxic behaviors is soul consuming. What I am learning: I still have to prioritize the middle, rationalize the murky parts and learn how to evacuate the Me-isms and keep an open heart. It is all difficult. God give me the strength to see…when its dark and when its uncertain and when its all not within my balance. Our current experiences are not where we finish. Keep the resolve. Keep the love in mind.
Yet the sweet moments come…sweet moments come that are unobtrusive, that are delicate; that coincide with God’s, “This is why.” When sweet moments come, I advise you to breathe and breathe some more. At times, it is not about continuing the work yet more about “seeing” the work. Do your work.
Intimately Worded,
Michelle

9 responses to “Give Me Strength to See”
Happy New Year Michelle! Can’t wait to see what’s in store for you for 2019
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Oh Tikeetha! I appreciate you so much. May your 2019 be graciously blessed than what you’ve asked for. ♥️
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Thank you for being so authentically YOU, Michelle. You are Blessed to be a Blessing; you know that. God is with you on your journey today and all the days of your life. You are truly sharing God’s love by caring for others. Wishing you and yours a beautiful 2019. ❤
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You are so kind Maryann! I appreciate your words of insight and wisdom. May 2019 grant wellness and prosperity for you and yours as well. 💞
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Do. The. Work!
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Trying. 😘
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many congrats on the blessings of your hard work – you deserve it 🙂
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da-Al,
I appreciate you and words. Thanks for encouraging me. His grace to you & yours. 💞
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❤
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