The dark was my light. It kept me grounded and centered. The darkness quieted the noise of my chaotic life. I didn’t hear my parents fighting or my siblings screaming. The dark was my home. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
A lot of people have told me to pay attention to media and news to know what’s going on around me. Well, I’m not sure I can agree with that. If it’s not helping me, and I can’t do shit about it, I’m going to “mind or take care of” my own business. This is my growing period and I have to focus on what’s going to empower me. You don’t have to go with everything everyone else says. “Know thyself” -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
Sometimes I wonder how a person with this much skill and creativity could be broke. LMAO.
I guess I never had the guts to show my work and be open to all the critiques. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
More deaths. Another sick. Job lost. Another deadbeat father. Bills due. Business expenses. I need to make money. Hate groups rising. Rent will be due again soon. Trump. This book needs to be finished. My brain is tired. Facebook posts of sadness, deaths, anger and cruelty… Food. A recipe with meat in it… I’ll pass.
Shit. My mind needs a break. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
It takes me a while, but when I get tired of the bullshit… everyone knows
In the past month weeks I’ve heard of several deaths and illnesses from friends and family. Yesterday 1 and today another. I feel like the universe is telling me something. It’s an overwhelming feeling. I need to write. I need to write NOW. This book needs to be released and “he” needs to read it.
Found out he got married a couple days ago. After so many woman he’s been engaged to and left, he finally did it. I doubt that he’s a changed man, but maybe she can soften him up to read it or she can read it to him every night as a bedtime story. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter
If I don’t tell my story, no one will tell it. No one knows my story like I do and I’m sure I can help a lot of people with it, including myself. -RealityOfAPreachersDaughter