Welcome back…glad you didn’t ghost me like most of the men I’ve dated. If you’re wondering, yes, I am still single brought to you by the letter S and the number 1.
What is one to do when they have questions, they are unable to answer…you go to the tribe you entrust your life decisions and disappointments too. The ones who will hype you like a city girls track or gather your life like Iyanla Vanzant.
A good friend of mine had mentioned she started going to therapy and the wonders it was doing in her life. And to be honest, I was happy for her but in the way you are happy when your homeboy tells you he’s about to drop his mixtape. She would drop these gems from her therapy sessions and I’d eat them up like free samples at Costcos on a Saturday. However, they didn’t sustain me. They were good in the moment and that was that. If I was honest, my performative, religious, traditional church mind wouldn’t let me see that God could in fact raise up people to heal, teach and enlighten me that didn’t have a minister, pastor, or bishop tied to their name.
I mean, in my defense, I am a PK – preacher’s kid – and have been in church my whole life, so why couldn’t I just pray my singleness away and wait alone in my home for my Boaz like the holy rollers said….I mean, isn’t that how they found their husbands? Thank God for a tribe who isn’t with the shits and will tell you, “You are actually the reason you are single!” Talk about sparing ones feelings. After soaking up the freebies my friend shared from her therapy session, and making a pack with my sisterfriends about self-care for 2020, I l embarked on this new journey of therapy. I was stepping out on faith – literally, and sharing my darkest, deepest shames and feelings with a complete stranger and paying for it with my FSA – Flexible spending account. Made total sense to me…not.
Here’s the truth, I was sick and tired of being sick and tired and if I was completely honest, I could see the change in my friend…in essence, her “mixtape” was poppin, lol. So, I figured, what do I have to lose? It was clear I had no idea what I was in for. Who knew the journey would began well before my first session with Angela Harper? Getting to her… was enough to make you want to abort the whole mission. Well, I’m out of time for now, until we meet again… Can you identify your tribe? Do you have a community that holds you accountable? Let us hear your voice, our community wants to hear from you!
Written by: EricaM.O.T.M StoryTeller
