I witnessed and experienced trauma and pain in my family, friends and
members of my community. As a child and teenager. I couldn’t name it.
All I knew was that something was not right. I wanted and needed real
answers and solutions to the questions I asked. I needed more than
being told to take it to the Lord in prayer. Make no mistake prayer
sustained me. It held me together. Prayer remains a part of my spiritual
practice. Raised with a prevailing philosophy in so many Black homes,
taught not to air our dirty laundry or put our business in the street.
Discussing family business was an act of betrayal, so you kept your
mouth shut, losing yourself deeper and deeper to your pain. Besides,
airing your business was seen as a sign of weakness, the inability to
handle your business. Black people had and have every right to be
cautious when it comes to our health care. We have a history and
herstory of America experimenting on our black bodies.
It took years before I understood the roots of the pain around me and
in my home. There are so many stories of the wounded and
traumatized. I hear their voices and see their tears still. I spent a
large part of my life with my heart and soul drowning in pain. Pain
so raw and deep, at times I felt I would not survive it. Today the legacy
of shame has been replaced with openly embraced community and
individual healing. We’re sharing our trauma, in order to survive and
thrive. The old paradigm has been replaced with one of wellness and
transparency, all leading to healing, self and collective empowerment.
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