Some times there are struggles in a marriage. We feel let down and defeated because we’re burnt out from carrying it all on our shoulders. This journal reading captures a moment of frustration within my marriage. We went to marriage counseling and discovered that I had never told him what I needed. He thought what he was doing was fine. I suggest to you to open your mouth and speak up. But do it kindly. Thanks for tuning in as this was a hard read for me but I read it how it was written with honesty. Whew

Journal reading about facing anxiety and putting an end to self sabotage

Thank you for joining me on today for a journal reading. Still diving deeper into my being and learning to love self

What is ones worthiness measured by? Are we truly honest with ourselves? Today I talk about my emotions after a guided meditation. I feel behind most days, angry and sometimes sad. Welcome to the whirlwind of my mind as I continue to pursue happiness and smiling.

Self reflection today and a moment of gratitude opened my eyes to how I truly feel and why. We feel anger and anxiety when things are out of balance with our very being. We have to be kind to ourselves and remember each day is a day to start fresh.

Thanks for joining me again for another journal reading. Today’s reading captures the pieces of a disorganized life and shows things are crumbling. It seemed like a stressful spot that I was in but also it was the push I needed to go on a journey for financial independence.

Today’s journal entry captures my thoughts on finding my purpose and waiting for it to show it self. I believe it was there all along but the past me chose to look past it as I felt I was not enough.

Today I expand on my last podcast about growing up fearful for my life and that of loved ones but also the trickling affect of angry children and how that leads to angry adults who then have angry children. A loop of anxiety and despair that must be broken.

I grew up in Mississippi where whooping and school paddling is normal. Kids routinely got beat in front the class with grown men hitting the young black girls and boys with all their strength. Sometimes the students couldn’t even walk afterwards. This was a daily normal for us. The beatings continued and creating damaged young adults. It taught nothing fear.

Sometimes we push against life trying to shape the days and nights into what we believe to be what we need. But I’m learning to sit back, write it out and do a bit at a time. It’s not a race but a Journey.