In the black community, we were always taught to never question God. Being angry with God was inconceivable. But what happens when your worst fear materializes? What happens when you experience the most tragic loss your mind could not even imagine? What happens when mortality knocks on the door to collect life so suddenly and so soon? What is your human response?
Yesterday, I came across a repost on “The neighborhood Talk” Instagram page of someone who had commented on Vanessa Bryant’s post and Vanessa Bryant responded.
As a child, I could always feel the energy and emotions of others. I could feel and sense lower energies as well as higher energies or “spirits” as the church would call it. My grandmother would take me to people’s homes who were sick (mostly elderly) and I would “lay hands” on them and pray for them. One of my grandmother’s friends had breast cancer. When I was around the age of 7, my grandmother took me to her home and I gave her a gift (a picture I colored) and I laid my hands on her and prayed for…
After the immediate devastating shock of losing my child passed, my new reality began to settle in. “NOW, WHAT?” This is the question I found myself asking. Swiss psychiatrist and pioneer, Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, published her book, “On Death and Dying” in 1969 which gave us a framework for identifying and understanding key emotional reactions to death and grief in stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Kubler-Ross noted that these “stages” are nonlinear and can overlap or some may even be missed altogether. I believe I experienced all of these emotions except acceptance during my 32+ hours of labor. Anger…
On October 30th, 8:50am I gave birth to my son, Nyle Zyaire who was stillborn. This was the worst day and most beautiful day of my entire life. His body was lifeless, but yet so beautiful. His little peaceful face brought my partner and I so much joy. He looked so much like his father but had some of my most prominent features. We were so proud of him. He was our first and only born child, our son. We spent approximately an hour with him, before the human body began to truly experience the realities of decomposition. …
I am not strong by choice
I am not strong by desire
I do not wear strength as a badge of honor
Pain is debilitating
The universe’s relentless attack on my well-being is not a battle I’m excited for
I do not wake up looking for my troubles
My soul wants rest
BUT YET..I FIGHT
Strength is my inheritance
Strength is the mantle passed down to me from my ancestors
Strength whispers in my ears when I cover my eyes
Strength visits me in my dreams when I refuse to see it…
I see a law at work and a war in my members.
My heart, downcast and aggrieved
But my spirit vehemently searching for answers
There appears to be a duplicity
I’m here, present with my heart, and sitting with my emotions
Feeling and fully being aware of all locations pain exist within my physical body,
While yet, my spirit is away searching through the dangerous woods of depravity for God
Searching for clarity
Searching for a place where this pain can be alleviated
Searching for insight that surpasses the limitations of mortality
Crying out to God to understand why, how…
My daddy said grief is like a gaping hole that gets a little smaller with time, but never actually closes.
I say, it feels like pain and tightness in my chest.
Some moments it feels like suffocation.
It is like a dark cloud hovering over my head — condensed from atmospheric water vapor and then becomes heavy enough to fall under gravity. It follows me wherever I go.
I am well acquainted with grief.
Grief has now become a companion of mine.
It’s the one thing that is promised to us all, both human and animals alike.
I no longer…
Chronicling my journey through grief and loss — Using my thoughts & words as a courageous tool for transparency and a vehicle for empathy, connection, and hope.