The Work is Never Finished

Let me address the elephant in the room, and get it out of the way, because I have quite a bit that I need to say. So here we go. WHEW! It has been a long time. AGAIN! I know. Nevertheless, I am here and that feels good to me despite how I have felt as of late.

When I started this blog, I thought I was in a different space than I am in now but truthfully, I was not. I was in the same place of transition and growing up into who I needed to be for that season. I had found a way to say what I needed to say to my past, present and future self. I was able to share with individuals my perspective and simply hope it would resonate with someone.  I will be honest; I did not realize just how much I would be speaking to my future self since I was navigating through life with as much accountability and self-awareness that I possibly could at the time. It had not always been that way.  As naïve as it may seem I thought I had endured enough to get to a place of ease in this life. I was very wrong. When I say ease, I do not mean absent from moments that stretch you. Those will never go away. What I am referring to is a sense of peace. Peace will always outweigh happiness. I realize now more than ever before that happiness is a choice. Yes, it is something we must be intentional about securing for ourselves. However, peace encompasses everything we are, what we do, who we associate with and how we respond to all of those things regardless of the circumstances. Happiness is a stimulant in this life; peace is a state of mind. Any war with self disrupts your peace.

 I have always felt compelled to share my perspective because whenever I would read blogs or even certain books intended for women’s mental and emotional growth I would often leave feeling like there was something missing. Which was my perspective. What drove me to this blog was the simple fact that if I needed it then perhaps someone else did as well. Therefore, I began sharing with the intent to give space for others to begin asking themselves the hard questions. So that they too can begin to form a healthy perspective that would be built on a foundation of authenticity and accountability.

Authenticity for me has been crucial to my personal development because I have never been able to fake who I was. There were times I wish I could have faked it because it was not always glorious. What that has taught me is that by living an authentic life there must be accountability. Just because you are, the way you are does not mean you are the best version of yourself, but what it does is place you in a position to become that if you are willing to do the work. When I would read about women specifically and their journey to overcome certain struggles, disappointments and heartbreaks what was missing was the balance of the two: authenticity before and accountability after. In addition to that, there was a lot of blame and self- loathing used to aid in the recovery of what had been endured. Some women lie to themselves in order to convince their mind and their heart that they are “ok”; and for a little while, it actually works.

Over the past four years, I have shared as much as I could without compromising my privacy level of comfort and to the best of my ability, my understanding of what I have experienced. Without experience, you really cannot speak to certain situations. I may not have the educational background to diagnose myself and fully comprehend what is happening but I have lived and I have survived this life. There is no greater teacher than experience. Only if you are honest with yourself about what has taken place and in return, the way you feel can you truly overcome what you have experienced.  Feelings are not our friends but they are not our enemies either. They are not our friends because they are fleeting. We cannot depend on them to lead us however; they are not our enemies because they will aid us. I am a person who feels everything deeply, even when it is nothing. So to deny my feelings has been almost impossible my entire life. I did not even think it was possible for me to feel nothing at all. Our creator has designed this life to show us ourselves by any means necessary.

I cannot pin point exactly when I began to suppress my feelings to the point that I never went back to retrieve them. We all ignore our feelings to some degree simply because it can be too much! It is like putting away laundry. You just keep telling yourself “I’ll do it later”. Next thing you know it has been two weeks and you have just been grabbing what you need from the pile of clothes never really addressing the issue. That is how we treat our feelings. We take what we need to get through the moments and then ignore the rest. This may not be the best practice but it has its efficiencies. On the one hand, we are not ignoring all of our feelings and on the other, we see the pile reduce a little bit. That is until we realize the dirty clothes hamper pile has become bigger and bigger. The task of putting the clothes away immediately much like dealing with our feelings at first onset is now clearly the best decision we could have made.  Hindsight is always 20/20, right. 

Let me be clear I realize now that it is not always easy to deal with certain feelings immediately because we simply do not understand them. The human experience is complex every single day. Even the days that we flow through effortlessly without resistance to what is taking place still present a challenge.  I have spent the past three years doing the most in depth soul work that I ever have, even though I am no stranger to hardship. However, this was different. I had no end date. I went into with the mindset that whatever it took I was going to learn how to stand up for my own heart. One day turned into a week, a week into a month, a month into a year and here I am three years later.  So much has taken place that I need several pages and whole book to share it all.  Fast forward to earlier this year I thought I was good. Complacency can be a great hindrance to soul work if you are not careful. You will begin to think the work is finished. The reality is that the work is never truly finished even after you experience some healing. There were so many victories over the course of these years and I will never diminish them but I did begin to get relaxed. I was tired of doing the work. I will be honest it was lonely and uncomfortable at times and any sight of light at the end of the tunnel was a sigh of relief.

As much work as I had completed and the results it yielded there were some feelings I completely ignored out of ignorance. I did not understand them. No amount of accountability helped me move past them. They were the ones I left in the pile as I selectively chose the ones I needed to get through the days. The ones that were good feelings of accomplishment, confidence and joy were those I always selected first. Those that were tedious like socks that needed a match and shirts that needed folding perfectly to fit in the drawer were the ones I ignored. These were shame, confusion, fear, and anger.  I do not need to tell you that when you allow things to go unattended you begin to resent the fact that it even exists because now the work required has become a chore. There is no fulfilment in even completing the task. Despite grieving the passing of my father and the end of my relationship with my daughter’s father simultaneously, I still had not addressed my biggest feeling that has crippled me for so long.

I now know that is the need for outside validation. Not from all but from certain individuals. I believe every human experiences this to some degree. Confidence does not exempt you from the need to feel validated or approved by someone other than yourself.  I have lived my life for so long to please others and to do whatever I can to make up for any wrong I have done, to support and simply make others feel good about themselves at the expense of my own self-worth. That was my wager. Retrospectively I can see now that when I finally stood up for my heart and chose my own vision for my life no matter how difficult, it was an act of rebellion against that and I am proud of it. There is not a soul walking this earth that understands the courage it took for me to do that and the words to adequately describe it always seems to escape me. Perhaps there will come a day when I am able to. Nevertheless, what came with that was this duality of both courage to face and insecurity of what the future will look like. For the past few months, I have experienced all of the feelings I truthfully was hoping I would not have to. I foolishly thought life would spare me that.

 The result is that I learned more than ever that to become the best version of myself there had to be some moments of complete overwhelm in order to accomplish that. I faced the ugly truth about myself, circumstances and other individuals as well as sat with the feelings that came along with that. Here is the thing about committing to soul work; you must endure and endure well because on the other side of the convictions and discomforts is a life that you deserve simply because you exist. On the other side of the fear, of rejection is the realization that you can embrace your feelings as “Frienemies” and allow them to aid you with your healing. I naturally absorb the feelings of others. This has been a huge hurdle for me. I guess I am an empath.  I insert myself into their situations and begin to process what does not belong to me. This has kept me in the business of people pleasing even those who have hurt me.  I try to understand why they are the way they are. For those who choose not to understand me I would blame myself for any misunderstandings. This self sabotage only lead to deep sense of inferiority and paralysis. Sure, I was resilient but I was also stuck.  As I type this, I am in an unfamiliar space. It is heavy and somehow I do not feel like it is crushing me for once. The wars we fight against our past, present and even future selves will either lead us to the light or prevent any type of awakening needed to be victorious. We can either be our greatest ally or biggest enemy.

The tunnel does have a light at the end despite the pile that at times looks more like a mountain, but instead of getting complacent and ignoring the task, one day at a time I am choosing to take ownership and do the work. The work may never be finished but I can definitely keep the unaddressed feelings from again piling high. Nothing has been linear about this journey. There have been many highs and lows, twists and turns. All of which I look forward to sharing more about, as well as what this new life I have been so graciously ushered into will look like.

XO

B

Tiny Lessons Big Impact

After another long hiatus, I am back and very happy to be here. And here we are April 1, 2021 already.

So much has happened in the world and in my personal life that I honestly do not know where to start.

Since my last blog post, we have experienced a pandemic, more social injustices and death of innocent people. A White house invasion and a Presidential election unlike no other. Oh and did I mention I have since gained 15 of the most stubborn pounds ever in life!  I wish that was an April Fool’s jokey joke! Who loses all their baby weight just to gain it right back? Anyways I digress. It has been a movie to say the least. 

Therefore, while that is quite a bit to cover I figured there is no time like the present to get back to the blog business of things! If you follow me on Instagram, you know that I have been micro blogging. You know real long captions on my posts! Yes, that is the term for that. I have still had plenty to say.

I am still in Mommy Wonderland! I love it so much. It is without a doubt the most difficult thing I have experienced and yet I am thriving in it. If I do say so myself. Raegan is two and very much a tiny two-year-old tyrant with the best hugs and kisses in the world. I have learned so much from her. The biggest being confidence!! I know right!! How can a two year old teach you how to be confident? Glad you asked.

First, she is daring. She has no fear! I mean none!

Second, she is majority of the time happy and full of laughter. Except of course that tiny percentage of the time she is getting me all the way together for not having her chips readily available at pickup time.  Nevertheless, yes, from the time she wakes up, literally with a smile on her face to the time she closes her eyes after doing something funny she is full of joy. That has to require some extreme level of confidence. 

She is the funniest child I have ever met and I know some who would absolutely agree. Mommies can be biased I am told.  I am! Her sense of humor is incredible to be so young.

Lastly, I have learned how to be more confident simply by her love. Her love lets me know that I am doing something right. That is making the effort to be better every single day. My parenting looks very different from what I thought it would look like. 

I have more patience than I ever did

I have more understating into what feelings really are

I have a better vision for what I want my life as a woman and mom to look like

I am doing the continual work that no one tells you will be required for you to be able to choose happiness every single day. Truth is it will not always be a full day of complete joy but every single day at some point choose happiness! That is the cheat code.

I have had to face some fears, be alone, cry myself to sleep many nights and pick myself back up.  

You cannot do that if you are lacking confidence. 

2020 taught me so much about myself that has forced me to walk in that confidence more and more.

There was so much out of my control. Everything except those 15lbs because that is all on me and you know what that is ok too. I have had to learn to be confident even with the extra weight on my shoulders from just being a present mom and midsection from having one too many pandemic snacks LOL!!! 

Over the past week, I made a big decision to propel me in the right direction toward the vision I have for us. I do not know how it will end; I do not know where the stepping-stones that await me will lead me.  I do not know. 

I do know that whenever I was struggling to make a decision and I continued to weigh out the pros and cons, my dad would always tell me to just make a decision and let the chips fall where they may. Only then will I know if it was the right and best decision. Even with this post, I tried to talk myself out of it for reasons that really do not matter. I needed better pics to post, entire blog needs a makeover and it has been too long. 

My dad continues to be my counselor and Raegan continues to be my teacher. God truly blessed me with a dynamic duo in addition to so many others who pour into me on the daily! Grateful is always the buzzword each year and 2021 is no different.

There is lots more to share from Mommy Wonderland and Bubbling Brooke. Stay tuned.

Xoxo

The Ugliness of Shame

In 2019, I went up against and unfamiliar opponent and was taught a lesson in shame. I came face to face with the ugliness of it. The deceit it operates from is like a well-oiled machine with one goal and that is to bury you underneath its pile of lies. Shame does not focus on our actions. That would be guilt’s M. O. It says, “I’ve done something wrong”. Although the two can very well deliver the same blow to any solid security level you may have built up, they are different. Shame at its root plants the seed of, “I am something wrong”. Therefore, you hide. Hide from everyone, even those who love you. Those who support you, those who need you. However, most importantly you hide from yourself.

Hiding because of the thoughts and opinions of others, you now believe to be truth. You listen and absorb what someone said to hurt you. I absorbed a lot that in the past I would not have. I was stronger and overcame these types of attacks on my person a lot quicker then. Funny how becoming a mother gave me more strength to persevere but at the same time took me back to my most vulnerable and insecure state because of course….shame. With shame, your intentions are determined to be malicious, your intelligence mocked; your entire substance is under attack. Therefore, you sink slowly back into the hiding place. You cannot defend yourself because of course….shame. How dare you? You are what is wrong and you do not deserve to rejoice from the depths of your soul in the midst of accusation and whispers. Shame takes you on a rollercoaster ride that has a slow creep towards the heights of security, confidence and happiness, just to reach the top and then drop you to its depths. Shame is torture. Moreover, it is a lonely ride and you do not reach out for help because of course everyone has the same opinion. Everyone agrees that you should be ashamed. At least that is what you now tell yourself. You believe the lies. You no longer can replace the lie with truth because you are hiding from yourself.

It feels like I spent most of 2019 peeking out from the hiding place, only to find myself back into the darkness. I found myself on the ride of my life, hands up ready to experience the heights of joy. Until the drop. I was struggling at times to be my best for my daughter because I honestly did not believe I could be. Shame was unfamiliar territory. Unlike guilt. I am well acquainted with guilt due to my many years of terrible actions. I can deal with guilt. With guilt, you embrace the conviction of the wrong you have done, endure the consequence and move on vowing to do better. How do you overcome thoughts of you are what is wrong in your life’s circumstances?

I say this all the time because it is the truth. My daughter saved my life. Literally. I was spiraling out of control losing my grip on reality and just tripping for a lack of better words. Her first breath came at a time when my heart had been shattered by the sudden passing of my father and the disappointing circumstances, which now surrounded her father and my relationship. She was here! Living and breathing! A real life child of my own. A child that was now very real after so many disappointing months prior. She was not some happenstance, she was not an “oops”. Both her parents loved her, both our families embraced her, so why was I struggling with so many emotions I could not explain that were overpowering my desire to just rejoice and be glad. Motherhood alone comes with a lot emotionally, psychologically and physically but it was none of the common assumptions. Despite the events that took place prior to her conception, I never felt the need to justify it. I never associated guilt with my decision. I am an over-thinker by nature. It is so bad that some days I feel like I am going to over-think myself crazy. Nevertheless, this decision was not one I needed to be over analytic about and for me that was a great feeling. Yet here I was out of nowhere, wrestling with it after the fact. When I needed to be present, the most I was failing, or so I thought.

*Insert the vicious cycle of shame’s torture*

Here I was ashamed and never would I be or could I be ashamed of her but I was of me. I felt like once again I had made a decision out of weakness and lack of confidence in myself. Because of course why would I choose to remain in probably the most, and dare I say toxic relationship I have ever been involved. Two unhealed people is never a recipe for relationship success. Lesson learned. Why would I do that and of all things bring a child into the equation? All those insecurities I had worked so hard to overcome seemed to come about me like a revolt of suppressed inhabitants. It was overwhelming to say the least. That was just from my own perspective not even considering others. I guess that is the motive behind shame. It is to make you sink and hide so that you forget whom you are and just how strong you are. You forget all about your victories of overcoming what should have killed you. I missed my dad a lot for this reason. Before he passed, he would make conversation with my daughter’s dad and me about a grandchild. I know he thought it would never happen. Foolishly, I did as well. He always held me at a higher standard than I did myself. He always saw the good in me. He believed in me and I desperately needed to hear him say that he was proud of me and happy to be a grandpa. I did not realize how much I depended on his affirmation until it was no longer my reality.

Shame does not operate on its own. Like any other deceitful presence, it has its own methods of attack. They come in many forms. I experienced a few: Unkind words, lies the enemy whispers, social media’s overzealous opinion of similar scenarios, most importantly the expectations set by yourself and family/friends to name a few. I do not have a problem admitting that I was disappointed in myself. I was very much so. Disappointment is natural shame is not. The disappointment was not that things were not going as I thought they would. It is what it is. I was disappointed in my lack of faith. The point is when you are wrestling with shame you are absorbing all this outside noise but without a defense strategy. It can feel as if you may never find a way to break this cycle. Oh but you will. I did.

Fast forward to the breakthrough.

What is on the other side of shame is sanctuary. A safe place. A place where healthy thoughts exist. Even thoughts that may have you reevaluating some of your decisions, but without the torment. A safe place where you may experience highs and lows but without the fear of falling to your death, figuratively speaking. A safe place where you may have to endure some criticism but without feelings of defeat. A safe place where you can be open and honest with those closest to you. On the other side of shame is a safe place where you can look yourself in the mirror holding your precious daughter knowing that she could never be ashamed of your decision to bring life into this world! Her life! I have the privilege of teaching my daughter that, regardless of circumstances, obstacles or sacrifices we will face in the future, I realize that on the other side of shame there is victory, promise and the truth. 

Raegan, the lesson is this my sweet girl. I came out from that dark place by faith and kept pressing, kept living, kept rejoicing because of you. I learned that I could not hide from Love.

L O V E

XoXo,

Mama

Me vs the Clock: Mommy Edition

I’m typing these words on a Wednesday at 9:05 pm after having all of two and a half hours with my daughter after work. Typical weekday for me. A semi-stressful workday only to get off , fight rush hour traffic to pick her up by 6:15 from the sitter. 

Once I get us inside along with all 3 of the bags : work bag, diaper bag and breast pump bag the clock starts. I must feed the dog now or she’ll get forgotten about, turn the air down, put away the milk I pumped at work, and any unused milk from the sitter. Check her bag for any missing items. If I don’t do it now I’ll forget. 

Rae is probably still in her car seat , either sleep or fussing at me because she wants to nurse. Regardless if she may have had a bottle within the last hour or so. Mommy’s been away all day and she wants what she wants. As do I. That specific bond must be nurtured. It’s a necessity for us both. 

Back to the clock. 

After I set the pump up, change her pamper and/or her clothes. Stripped down to her pamper only, because she’s home and drooling like it’s going out of style, I finally embrace my girl like I’ve been needing to since I dropped her off in the morning. 

Her smile says “Finally!! Took you long enough” 

My reply is a simple “I missed you too baby” 

Can’t stare at each other for too  long because again, it’s nursing-pumping time. Baby on one side pump on the other. 

By the the time that’s done we’ve been home about forty-five minutes. 

She’s satisfied. I’m thinking about what else I need to do that will have to wait a little longer because after she eats it’s playtime! She demands playtime every day and I gladly oblige.

The breast milk is still in the pumped bottle on the table. Thank God it can stay out a little while. Some days I’ve completely forgotten about it. 

Playtime (includes bath time) is short and the most precious time I have with my daughter. She tells me about her day. I say I Love you 100 times. Some days we FaceTime dad , or family. Even though her sitter is great with her it’s my responsibility to teach her. We read a book and I’ll sing “Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes. Her favorite part is “Eyes and ears and mouth and nose” *insert baby giggles*. And of course there are pictures taken! We have tummy time and work on crawling when she feels like it LOL! She is my child and is stubborn in that way. If time permits we watch a quick baby learning show on Youtube and the basketball game!. But the best times are when we just sit on the couch and stare at one another. She grabs at my face and I give her 100 kisses.

Bliss.

Perhaps she’s thinking what I’m thinking “I can’t believe she’s mine”!! I would like to think it’s close to that wonderful feeling of being blessed with your very own dream-girl!

I may get 15-20 mins to do something else. Maybe eat while she is in her playpen. 5 minutes in she’s fussing , definitely not crying…..yet. Fussing because she can’t see me. Fussing because the toy won’t go in her mouth or she can’t quite figure out this crawling situation. Again, she’s my child!! Finally when the fussing escalates to crying I know it’s time. 

The clock has run out. It’s time for bed. 

I stop whatever I’m doing to hold my girl until she falls asleep in my arms. Tucked so tight by her own efforts like she’s been doing since day one. She’s good and sleep when the pacifier falls out of her mouth. It’s sad. There’s never enough time. She won’t wake up until the next morning with the biggest most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen …….and we do it all over again. 

I think about how I need more time with her and how I can make it happen more than I think about anything else. Even more than my struggles with my postpartum body, finances, work life and personal life. The thought of having to sacrifice any time I have with her is depressing. Sure the weekends are great but still they go by so fast. Right now she’s growing rapidly. With each day I notice some type of improvement in her development. Her smile gets bigger, her kicks get harder, her eyes get brighter. I know there will come a time when I may have to work longer or be away from her for whatever necessary reason and I dread it. I cry about it.

Right now I cannot fathom it. I don’t think either of us can afford to lose any of the precious time we have to be with one another.

It’s very hard to explain. I realize  that every aspect of this journey thus far feels that way and I’m of the opinion that it should. The privilege is so great for me that I have moments  when I am so overwhelmed it seems unreal. It’s hard most days. The will is there but so are the obstacles. And yet the time we are together makes me feel like a super-hero! 

I need her.

I’ve always needed her.

I’ll always need her. 

It’s now 9:53 pm. I’m watching her sleep. 

More than a bond. We are two lives with one heartbeat. 

XOXO

B

Healing Out Loud

On 12/16/2018 at 11:27pm I delivered my daughter 5 ½ weeks early. Raegan was born weighing an even 6lbs, healthy and strong. My miracle was here taking her first breath, crying her first cry, looking me in the eyes. Life as hard as it had been the previous months was proving it could also be generous. That last part; life is generous is a statement I heard before but hadn’t come to the realization of what it could mean.

It’s still hard to process the last year of my life. This time last year began my journey of what would become by far my most difficult to overcome. If you were a Bubbling Brooke reader you know I had to overcome some heartbreak and disappointment that took me to some places. Both high and low. My last post  Finding My Heartbeat After A Breakdown was 8 months ago! It was what I thought to be my victory lap. In some ways it was. I had fought to get back to a place of peace with all I had endured. Feelings of resentment, disappointment and even some guilt had been consuming me to the point that I couldn’t even recognize myself. But what I thought was a war won was only a battle. A necessary battle, nevertheless. It would prepare me for what I would face next.

There are some dreams and fears you truly can’t fathom until they become reality. There are some joys and pains that must be experienced before they can be understood.

Not long after my victory I found out I was expecting my first child and that my father was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Life was once again proving to be hard and generous at the same time. The next few months would require of me something I didn’t know I had. I would have my greatest joy and deepest fear run parallel through my heart and I would have to survive what I couldn’t fully understand. There is no comfort when you are living in constant fear of losing someone you never thought you would so soon. There is nothing joyous about a reality when it involves a nightmare. Yet, I had moments where I could embrace my pregnancy but the cloud hovering over my head was constant. Even with the idea of me becoming a mother now being a reality I struggled with it. Even though it was my dream. Along with the normal anxieties every expecting mother may experience to some degree, I was losing my parent. Overwhelmed is an understatement.  I was watching him daily battle something that was getting progressively worse. While my baby was developing my heart was breaking. Feelings of guilt buried me often because her miracle wasn’t enough to silence my fears. I know now that it was her life that ultimately gave me the strength to get up each day and face that fear. It was her that enabled me to cherish what would only be two short months that we had with our dad. My sister and I both endured and overcame what should have killed us. And if we can do that, we can survive anything.

What I learned about healing this past year is that it is not done in secret. It is not subtle no matter how hard you try. It will show. Sometimes it is ugly and hard full of tears and breakdowns. Other times it looks like a good selfcare Sunday consisting of a bubble bath and a good book to read. Either way it should be embraced.  From the moment I acknowledged the heartbreak I experienced to facing the fear of losing my parent and the anxiety associated with expecting my first child, I chose to heal out loud. It did not always feel as though I was healing, it often felt like more pain was being endured. My personal life suffered, blogging no longer was something I could focus on. I couldn’t be transparent about something so difficult. I could not share something so private at the time.  There were days I could barely function at work and days I was like a robot without feelings when it came to my relationships. The phases I went through all were crucial to me being able to share these words.

There was nothing subtle about this journey. Family and friends, co-workers and even strangers all experienced it with me. I couldn’t silence it even if I wanted to. I wouldn’t have made it through if I had tried. The support I received was just as important to me as the courage it took to keep living when there was a part of me dying. As difficult as healing may be there is always something to look to. Hope. Hope is a sure thing and for me that was my faith knowing that God is able to heal and Raegan. I had to be reassured that apart from mercy there is no grace.

February 16 my daughter will be 2 months old. On the same date last year, I journaled these words

I caught a certain wave
I rode it with confidence
It has buried me
I have fought my way to the top gasping for air
I have roared with victory
I have been silenced by overwhelming sorrow
Still I do not know which was more felt
Could it be that I have been engulfed in my intent to endure?
Now all my emotions are rolled up into one
Moment by moment and no one is more apparent than the next
I have confessed from my soul
I have prayed in the spirit
I have asked for forgiveness out of my brokenness
I have given praise from the tops of my lungs
Hallelujah and Lord have mercy have both been my song

Since then my sister and I have buried our father and we’ve both given birth to real-life miracles.

I’ve been healing out loud through this platform, my journal and every tear I have cried both in secret and on the willing shoulders of others.

As I continue to do so I am most grateful for the realization of knowing that even when life is hard it is also generous.

I’ve missed this. It feels good to be back!!

Xoxo
B