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Brown Girl Dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson (YA)

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Brown Girl Dreaming

Brown Girl Dreaming has become one of my favourite books of all time!

The memoir centers around Jacqueline Woodson’s early life growing up as an African American in the 1960s and 1970s in the United States. Written in verse form, Woodson shares her experiences of being born in Ohio, and growing up between South Carolina and Brooklyn, New York, and trying to find her identity and place in the world. Each page is a short poem about an experience from her life or the history of her family or the events that were occurring at that moment in time. The poems are simple, emotionally charged, and beautiful. This is not a difficult read at all.

The reason this novel has become a favourite is because there are aspects of Woodson’s life that I can relate to, especially the struggle to fit into two places that she calls home…

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Enmeshment – Separating Ourselves from the Narcissist

After Narcissistic Abuse

What Was Meant for Evil, God Uses for Good.

This post isn’t to glorify or laud the narcissist that intended to harm us with praise for helping us change. Not at all, in fact, this post is a testament to the power of the human spirit lit on fire, determined to heal itself and move past a traumatic encounter with a person who’s sinister character FORCED us to change.

Enmeshment is different than two people being very close. Close relationships are a wonderful part of life and often allow for appropriate independence within the relationship. Enmeshment, however, becomes a problem because the individual involved loses their own identity.  Narcissists prevent the autonomy we need in order to grow emotionally and individually.

These days, I am very much separated from the narcissist that abused me. I’ve gone on to forgive them and separated their character and actions from my life and core…

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Cracked Pots

Glimpses of the Greater

Shattered pieces

Shards of clay

Life has handled us roughly

The once smooth texture

Now riddled with a thousand cracks

Damaged goods

Too far gone

We slide to the back of the shelf

Hide ourselves behind the unbroken pots

And we give up on ourselves

But He doesn’t

He searches in the shadows

For those who hide

For those whose confidence has shattered

To bring restoration and to bring new hope

Cracks of shame

Filled with the clay of grace

Old scars of torment

Now our tale of redemption

We step forward

Back into the light

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