WOMANHOOD

The right to life has been at the forefront of political agendas much longer than that—and unfortunately the right to life has been weaponized and used as a bargaining tool for salvation, redemption, and righteousness— or being right at least. I will never tell a woman that her choice to believe whatever she deems necessary for her salvation, should be what I believe. The paradoxical footnote that both sides ignore: LIFE is about freedom, free will, and choice.

I’ve harped on and on about sisterhood for over a year now. I thought if I could articulate what sisterhood should be or the truth about how women should navigate this journey together, we would be better off collectively. What I realized about this journey is that advocacy is a dangerous field. You not only attract nefarious individuals, you learn a lot about yourself. If what I said in October 2023, did not occur, then this means this entire experiment was based on a falsehood. That simply is not true.

The woman in me has gone into a moment of further introspection. I need to ask myself, why do I attract scenarios that bug the shit out of me? Is it a self fulfilling prophecy? Or have I been in the presence of women who feel threatened by my voice? Stature? Power? Because for the past twelve months or so, I’ve been reduced from knowing to questioning. For a while, I could barely get behind a steering wheel and drive on the highway. I’ve had to sit amongst individuals that felt like they knew all about me as though they were recalling back 20 years of session notes from my trauma work. Engagement that felt forced or contrived of a plan to further push me into an abyss. Canceled sessions, and interesting requests have made me feel like I’m in a hamster wheel in the same cycle with nothing but the stench of stale air being released from my body. Perhaps I am purging. At least I am not shedding skin.

If everywhere you go and you never even say a word, but get the same treatment—it’s an inside job. Read that again. Real women, like myself, do not have time to chase a cat by its tail. I know strong, kind decent women who would never use their power to destroy another woman. More importantly, what bugs me, or does a number on my soul, pushes me into a direction I don’t like. Self-sabotage and I’m simply tired of it. We will be on Hiatus until the New Year. See y’all in 2025.