We Rise Together

It’s easy to sit back and say I made it

When my mother died, I nearly died too because my heart was ripped in half. Over those last weeks I had gone from being her caregiver to working with my siblings to plan her funeral. That was one of the hardest times of my life.

When I got home God spoke to me. He told me to write the story. So I sat down at the computer, but what came out was a tale of grief and I couldn't get through it. I literally wept over the keyboard. After some time I tried again with the same result. The pain was too great. It would take a long time to heal. So I left the story alone, not sure if I'd ever write it.

Over the years I did other things. Furthered my career, started a family, wrote a children's book. Sometimes I tried the memoir again but couldn't prevail. Why was I stuck? When I examined it I realized it wasn't just my mother's passing, but more so the fact that we were not on good terms when she died. In fact, our whole journey through life had been crazy. I was grieving so much more than losing her.

In order to write I needed deep healing and I needed help. I searched and found the most amazing writing coach in @thejasminewomack. I took her class and with her guidance, finished my book just shy of 19 years after losing my mother. I know. That's a long time to wait. A long time to dream. And a longer time to grieve. But while I was dreaming, I was healing. God was doing the work in me. Developing me and qualifying me so I could tell it.

The reason He wanted me to share my story was not for me. It’s for you. It was always for you. It is my truth about being unmothered and overcoming the trauma. But it could be your spark to getting free. If you lost your mother when you weren't on good terms or if you never had the relationship you wanted to have with her, maybe my experience will help you. I am praying you will be blessed, you will be healed, and that you overcome. We rise together.