From the pages of my Writer's Notebook

Handwritten in my WNB
2/7/24 12:12 AM 
Harlem, Bedroom
#Hopeful
Edited 12:28 PM @ Bronx Hope
Rm 111B- sleepy


I am not a victim anymore.
I am being treated, and I am on my journey to recovery.
I am coming home and finding all the missing parts of me along the way.
I am silently quitting any relationships, habits, or mindsets that no longer serve me.
I am running on, thinking about myself.

​Dear Dee, 
You deserve it! 
Joy, health, beauty, and wealth all belong to you.
Your silenced voice is invited to speak above everyone's needs.
It is your season to be up close and personal with yourself. 
Recover your desires and improve your life.
Discover how well you know yourself and change what you need to.
Let go of the pain and the trauma and become interconnected with yourself.
Be vulnerable.
Pause and take sacred breaths.
Read, Write, and release unto the pages of your Writer's Notebook while coming to terms with facts over feelings.
You can't fix everything or people, so don't suffer for that anymore.
Don't be broken by their broken promises and inability to love you how you desire to be loved. 
Daddy's little girl is grown now, and she knows the truth.
She "didn't cause it," so she "can't cure or control it." 
She chooses to be free, rescuing herself from the struggle of false perfection. 
She is me, and I am not a victim anymore!


"No one loves me."
I've heard him say it so many times that it has become our norm.
An open sore that never heals, only revealing the toxicity that won't let us be the women God gifted him. 
Instead, we sit in the guilt that calls us by name but doesn't belong to us.
Today, I release it all on our behalf and accept the truth that we did our best! 


Dear Dee,
I choose you!


Processing. Deleting. Downloading. Upgrading and becoming the best version of myself. 

Make-believe is an art that comes with a price. 

I understand and accept that my growth and recovery are hard but necessary. I am committed to turning my pain points into positions of possibilities. 

I found an oasis between the pages of my WNB and created "Resilient Dee."

I don't remember being read to or hugged as a child. Maybe I was, and I just don't remember:)

My healing is critical because it determines my ability to give beyond myself to the next generation.

Dear Dee,
Each step will lead you to a new page and stage for your life. 
Take the step, turn the page, and pick up the mic. 

---