Beautifully Sinful Lips

My Journey of Healing

I could never describe the pain men have caused me. Until one day I took a pen to a paper, and the pain flowed.

I want you to know I can relate to numbness—not having worth, waking up next to different men.

I survived self-sabotage. I didn’t do it by loving myself or knowing I was worth it. I did it by writing—writing my pain, writing about the devil, writing about the woman in the mirror, writing about my haunting shadows.

The devil for me was always a man. The women in the mirror are my choices, and my shadows are my consequences.

These realizations of my life and myself helped me heal from a pain I had hidden—a pain of a toxic relationship that almost killed me.

This is how I healed. It’s a journey, and I know now it’s never ending.