What's for Me?

We all look at past photos and become inspired. This time, my own photo inspired me. I had to think to myself, “Damn, I had it going on.” In this particular photo I was at my dream job as I was mentored by none other than Cheryl Jennings, in less than 5 minutes during a behind the scenes tour for Lend A Hand Foundation

. It has stuck with me all this time.

Here I was at the ABC7 studio in San Francisco, Ca getting schooled on a career I’ve known I wanted to pursue since 7th grade, thanks to Ms. St. John from Solano Jr. High in Vallejo, Ca. Within that 5 minutes, Ms. Jennings gave me so many pointers and even schooled me on what some would call a simple handshake. Look at how uncomfortable I looked in this photo. She dominated that interaction so tough to the point where I was ashamed. But, I never forgot it.

At one point I thought I had it in this field. But, yet, I don’t….I can admit that. It’s funny how situations will humble you. I’m here for learning along the way and am open to receive any advice, critique and constructive criticism given. Y’all don’t know how many times I’ve wanted to give up on this career. My minor has been Deaf Studies; even then, I second-guessed that.

I feel the disappointment that I should be further along than I am. However, I revel in the moments when I’m able to inspire myself. I have been doing that lately.

I will indulge in it while I can. And, this picture inspires me.

So, here goes to me and my future career.
I’m holding myself accountable. Whatever God has for me, I will eventually realize IT'S FOR ME!

The Lucky Necklace By: Ava Simone Kirk

My 9-year-old daughter showed me a couple of google docs she was working on and I was so proud I had to share. She wrote a couple manuscripts and a short story. When I got the email of her google doc, the message read: "IMMA BE A WRITER!!! AND IMMA HAVE $$$$$$$$$"

Alright now, Ava. Make mama proud. This morning on the way to school she asked me, "Did you get my email?" (Never thought my 9-year-old would be asking me that! I didn't even know she knew how to work Google Docs, let alone an email). Then when I told her I was going to post it today she said, "Ok, but can you look over it first?"

I'm glad she trusts me. I'm a happy and proud mama right now.

Here is her story:

The Lucky Necklace

Written By: Ava Simone Kirk 

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess named Oriana that lived in a big beautiful castle. One day she was walking by the ocean just minding her business, until she found a pretty heart necklace. It was no ordinary necklace, it was called “The Lucky Necklace.” So she picked it up and brought it to her best friend Princess Rebecca’s castle to tell her about it.

“ Very pretty,” said Princess Rebecca. But Princess Rebecca thought it looked familiar.

“This looks familiar like the necklace the Queen of Hearts lost just last week!”  

“You’re right, it DOES familiar.”  

“Should we turn it in to the Royal office?”  

“ We should  return it so we don’t get in trouble by the Queen of Hearts and get our heads cut off and----”  

“ Rebecca, calm down now! I will go ask my mom to let me go to the office and turn it in,” said Princess Oriana.

So Oriana went home to ask her mother to go to The Royal Office.

“Mother, shall I go to The Royal Office and turn in the royal necklace?” asked Orianna.

“Yes, you may.” said Orianna’s mother.

“Thank you mother.”

So Orianna went to Rebecca’s castle and they went to The Royal Office together. When they got there they told the guards,

“We have an important thing to return to the queen.”  Then they showed the guard “The Lucky Necklace.”  

“Go on in!” said the guard.

“Here, we have a lucky necklace that we have come to return to the queen that I think she lost last week.“

“Ahh,” said the office manager. “Thank you very much.“

So the queen gave them a reward!!!!  AND IT WAS TO KEEP THE NECKLACE! Princess Rebecca and Princess Oriana were very blessed and lived happily ever after and nobody got their heads got cut off.

The End

Brandy - Right Here (Departed)

Do you know how hard it is to ignore this? Statuses? Posts? Support?

To paint a smile on my face and act like I don't see it?

I'm right here.....and I see it all.

All I'm saying is I wish I received that public support that you so freely give to everyone else.

I'll never be ok with it.

And, in all honesty, it sucks that I have to run to my blog to express myself. But, I've already articulated myself well enough to you and it still seems to fall on deaf ears. Yet, you wonder why I feel so alone?

Actions speak louder than your private words to me.

IT'S EMBARRASSING.

But let me go run along now. I have nachos to make for my daughter and a book to finish writing.

Regrouping

First, I would like to thank you all who reached out to me regarding my last blog. The support I received was tremendous and I wasn’t expecting that at all. I was so shocked to have so many people take a public stand with me on this situation. I also appreciate the texts, calls, emails, advice, etc…ALL OF IT! I appreciate those who shared their stories with me as well. I sure needed that. It assured me I wasn't alone.

Secondly, even though I lost some friends behind it; friends whom I thought were some of my closest allies, it really opened up my eyes to other relationships that were toxic and I had to make decisions to let them go for good. I will always be cordial with said people, even pray for them, nonetheless, I will no longer allow them to take up too much more of my time with uncertainties on where we stand.

Getting the courage to write that public letter was so freeing. I feel like I finally reached a point in my healing where there is no turning back. Having to no longer live in shame and humiliation of this secret overpowers all reservations I had and it allowed me to unapologetically be honest by admitting how I still struggle with it. I have accepted that there will be days I have breakdowns and triggers that I cannot control or haven't mastered, yet. Even the whole Brock Turner story was a trigger for me.

Finally, what I did learn with my most recent meltdown is that having these minor setbacks doesn’t mean I’ve regressed in my progress. I just have to learn to regroup and pick up where I left off when the time is right.

Forgiveness seems to be my biggest hurdle at the present moment. Not just with him, but with others. I know I have pained folks to no end with my episodic breakdowns and discussions of the situation. I’m sure it even got on some people’s nerves. Hell, I was even told that it seems that I want to stay in a place of pain so I can have reasons to be angry. That is so far from the truth. This doesn’t feel good and I don’t like being here; I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.

Today’s sermon referenced Luke 22:31 about how Satan’s desire is to have me so that he may ‘sift me as wheat’; meaning scrutinize me to the point of a back and forth struggle to keep me out of the will of God. A big portion of my life has been a back and forth with this issue. One day I feel I have forgiven, and other times I realize I haven’t. The preacher then begin to tell her own story of forgiveness with a particular person that took her over 15 years. When I say I heard every word spoken, I soaked it all in. It was right on time, too.

Before I go, I want to acknowledge a few of my friends who got me through last week when I was being so hard on myself thinking I had failed. Alma, Marlon and Danielle….thanks to the three of y’all for what you don’t even realize you did. You gave me optimism and confirmed that you will always have my back. I love y’all for that. Your friendship is unwavering.

Dear James

Dear James,

I don’t think I’ve ever addressed you, personally, to really talk about what “transpired that night” (your words, not mine). Those were the exact words you chose to use when you attempted to address me, secretly, while my sister and mother were a room away from us. You chose that exact, quiet moment to give your secret apology while we were left in that awkward moment, alone. You hoped that I’d forget about it and never mention it. They had no idea at the time that you were my abuser, how much it affected me, nor how uncomfortable I was being left alone in ANY room with you, let alone just being IN a room with you. These are moments that I remember “taking one for the team.” But, do believe, it wasn’t for you, it was for my family, the church, and the sake of keeping things peaceful while your dad was fighting for his life.

I will never forget that half-ass-whispered apology; it was offensive. It almost hurt me as much as the hours of torture you put me through that night when you thought I was sleeping. Matter of fact, I KNOW you knew I was awake that night. But, you didn’t even care to consider my feelings, or your wife’s feelings. Your wife - my sister - has been nothing but good to you and has been there for your sorry ass, at least in my eyes. And, you still chose to hurt her, as well as myself in the process of your selfish, devious, sexual fantasies of wanting to fuck an under-aged little girl. Let’s call it what it is, YOU ARE A PEDOPHILE! While I seek professional help & support groups, you should consider doing the same. After all, you are surrounded by many of "flock." I figured it wasn't a one-time thing when you made an inappropriate statement to a young-TEENAGED-GIRL that I introduced you to at one of our forced meet n greets.

No matter how angry I am with my sister at her at her lack of empathy regarding this uncomfortable situation that you’ve put us ALL in, (because as she prematurely said it before, “I didn’t think it was that serious?!?”) you were wrong to have treated her in a manner as such…..while she slept in the upstairs bedroom.

I trusted you. We trusted you. You were your dad’s son. How can you possibly come from a selfless man of great stature, yet, be so self-indulgent? I have to realize, you’re NOTHING like your dad. And, will never be. That would be an insult to compare you to him, as everyone has tried for years.

I’m not looking for an apology from you, especially at this point. I realized I’ll never get that apology...sincerely. I expect nothing from you, really, and my healing process doesn’t include you right now. I’m just going through the motions and proper steps to free myself from the guilt and shame of what you did to me. I hate the guilt that I carry when I feel like my story isn’t as bad as the other survivors, so I stay quiet, thinking I shouldn’t be taking it as hard as I am. Truth is, I will ALWAYS have MY STORY. At times I’m glad it wasn’t as brutal as others, then, other times I feel like you may as well tied me up and brutally raped me; my pain is still the same, and it's valid. And I intend to tell it until my last breath, with no intention in mind but to release. But, in order for me to move on to the next phase, I have to be honest with myself and express what it is that I actually feel I lost along the way, on my journey to adulthood, so here it goes:

MEMORIES:

I wanted to erase the memory of that night ever existing so bad to the point where I even denied it happening - to others and to myself. I did this for so many years and blocked it out so well that I actually lost good memories along the way. I have a block of memory loss for several years that you took from me and I hate it because I had wonderful, supportive friends & family but I wouldn’t allow them into that space to help me, when all I really needed was help.Yeah, YOU DID THAT!

HOLDING HANDS:

You have stolen affection from me. It pains me to even hold someone's hand or have skin to skin contact. All I can think about when someone’s hands touch me, is nothing but negative thoughts. To picture your nasty hands and dirty fingernails touching my body pains me to no end. To the point where I never want anyone to touch me ever again. Imagine how my kids feel when I can only hold their hands for short periods of time? Yeah, YOU DID THAT!

BEING TOUCHED:

The thought of being touched, specifically sexually, disgusts my very soul. I have failed relationships because of you. My future husband will have to tread lightly because of you. Yeah, YOU DID THAT, TOO!

AFFECTION:

I was always uncomfortable with affection. My family isn’t the big affectionate type. But now, the chances of that ever getting better are slim in my eyes. Yeah, YOU DID THAT, TOO!

FAMILY:

I feel like you actually stole my family from me. They all STILL love you, well, some of them. They STILL invite you over for dinners & family functions (that I choose to never attend again) But, they PUBLICLY SUPPORT YOU. I never got that from them. We all kept quiet, I guess for your and my sisters sake and embarrassment. Y’all all stand behind “the cloth” and think it is the “Christian thing to do.” All the while, little ole me sits behind the scenes and watch them support your “ministry” and stomp the yard for Jesus alongside of you, as if y’all represent the same Godliness, but I digress. What’s even worse, is that I have to allow my son to call you UNCLE. Do you know how hard that is for me? My flesh wants to spew out as many “Fuck you’s” as I can, but I’ve done that already. And it does nothing but leave me with swollen eyelids the next day. I’m tired of that. So you won that battle of me ever cussing you out. Lucky you. Yeah, YOU DID THAT, TOO!

I will end with this, though: I wrote this letter after reading Alma Bass’ letter to her abuser and it inspired me. I’ve never done this, and it happens to be therapeutic for me. I’m done hiding your name. I’m done hiding your identIty. I’m done “taking one for the team” and I'm certainly done taking one for the sake of family unity. Some may consider this exposure, but I consider it part of my closure.

Whatever it takes, I will get better, trust!