Dearest Grandma…

For years I was asked not to speak about being raped by my maternal grandmothers husband for the sake of protecting my grandmother. Her daughters had grown up with this fear that her husband would have killed her had THEY spoken out about him raping THEM. So, when grandma’s husband turned his gaze upon me at five (5) and began raping me at eleven (11) and even after sticking his fingers inside the body of my three year old sister, we were STILL held to secrecy for the sake of protecting Dearest Grandma from her husband.

I am the first grandchild for my grandmother, my mother her first child and after finding out in my adult years that my own mother was also raped by my grandmothers husband from ages six through sixteen (6-16) I was STILL asked NOT to speak to ‘protect my grandmother’. The level of betrayal I felt from the women in my family got to it’s tipping point when I finally broke my silence and spoke out about the years of abuse. I sought justice and there to meet me every day in court was my ‘grandmother’ who was present in full support of her ‘husband’. I cannot express or put into words what that felt like, seeing the woman that I was asked to shield, show up in defense of the man that raped my mother, myself and fondled a three year old.

After having several conversations with my ‘grandmother’ and realizing that she would have NEVER left her rapist husband’s side for the likes of her offsprings, the harsh reality set in that the matriarch of my family was and is complicit with the evil she brought home. Now, I’m just left to wonder, is that type of mental illness hereditary?!

This spoken piece was written back on February 17th of this year. It was just one of those days when the tears flowed uncontrollably when I thought about the indescribable pain of loss and betrayal I’ve had to endure for 35 long years for the sake of this woman, the woman from who’s loins I descended, the woman that looked at me and asked “can’t you find it in your heart to just get past this, it’s been so long ago?!” Now, this is the lineage from which I was birthed…

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A Grandmother’s Betrayal… CHOOSE YOU!!!

Some days were unbearable (emotionally). Sitting across from the matriarch of the family, knowing she’s present at court not because of her daughters and granddaughters, but instead in support of her husband that sexually abused her daughters and granddaughters… Some days were tough!

Court: Day 7 This day was rather challenging (mentally) for me. The journey continues…

Women Supporting Women

A snippet of my talk with a group of beautiful women I was asked to address. This experience further opened my eyes to how many people are really hurting as a result of Child Sexual Abuse.  Please, let’s start talking. Another’s life may very well depend on it!  Join me as I/we journey2free.

Court. Day’s 5 & 6

Fighting Against Childhood Sexual Abuse

Standing up for what you believe in and seeking justice in the fight against Child Sexual Abuse seems like an unattainable feat. The challenges, and obstacles presented, the mental struggles, the emotional upheaval having to go back, to relive the memories, the flashbacks, the nightmares… Who knowingly and willingly wants to put themselves through this harsh and rather painful experience? I do and I did!

I HAD TO GO BACK TO MOVE FORWARD! I was tired and exhausted from feeling like a complete stranger in my own body. I was existing but my very existence felt foreign to me. I often felt like an intruder into my own life and body. I was robbed. I was wounded. I was broken. I got tired of living like a mere fraction trying desperately to be whole, but being or feeling whole evaded me.

I brought him (my abuser) to court after thirty (30) long years! The process was EXTREMELY trying and difficult but so worth it! As challenging and difficult as it was and despite the fact the defense attorney tried to paint an awful picture of me to make his case, the feeling of looking my abuser in the eyes (as dreadful as it was at times) I was slowly but surely taking my power back from the BASTARD that had stolen my innocence and robbed me of my self-worth, my trust, MY CHILDHOOD…

Today I stand however, determined to TAKE IT ALL BACK… Join me on this journey. #JOURNEY2FREE

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Fighting Against Childhood Sexual Abuse


Day 1 Court Begins… (CSA)

Capturing the moments… As mentioned in a previous video, I tried to chronicle the last six weeks of my court case as best as I could. Finally gaining the courage to stand up for myself and SO many others. I decided to take that stand and file charges against the man who raped and violated me and several other family members years ago.

There were days I was strong and felt empowered and days that I got so emotional and overwhelmed!  Speaking your Truth, standing up for self, seeking justice and writing a wrong will definitely bring additional stressors BUT the strength gained is priceless!

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Reassign the Shame… Speak!


I simply cannot believe it’s been almost two years since my last post. It has been so long, and truthfully I have missed you, and I have missed posting! I missed hearing from you and frankly, I missed writing! I haven’t given up my fight, my quest for complete and total freedom of the mind. I must admit, some days were and are trying, the truth however is, I now experience more emotional highs than lows. I do believe I’m well on my way.

My confession: The process became so overwhelming and frustrating at times. I sometimes questioned my motives, my will and my ability to proceed, but I never once felt like quitting, giving up or giving in.  It’s been a long and tedious experience waiting for this trial to begin and being mute after it began came with a price, I’m reminded ever so often though as to the why I embarked on this journey. I am still waiting, waiting patiently to have my day in court. It’s been one hell of a roller coaster ride, experiencing all the different emotions, BUT still holding on. Yes, a difficult process but one that’s also rewarding, and soon enough I will be able to share the details, the good, the bad, the ugly and the indifferent.

I have not forgotten you, neither have I given up on my journey, “MY JOURNEY TO FREEDOM”. So much has happened since my last post, I have experienced so much during this time. I have done so much since then, accomplished some goals, surpassed some major hurdles, reached new levels in my personal growth, however I have achieved very little in a certain quest.

During my blogging hiatus however, one of my greatest achievement was the birth of my beautiful son Josah-Amare. Josah was a needed and welcomed blessing and distraction from all the ugliness i was experiencing. My pregnancy wasn’t without its fair share of test and challenges, Josah named by his then three year old brother. was a gift in the midst of one of my biggest hurdles to date. I know for sure being pregnant and highly stressed is a sure way to cause disaster but, we came through, not unscathed,  but we made it! We are doing well. Amidst all this I learned a few things, gained some new insight and was reminded and reassured of things I may have forgotten.

Things like:

  • People seldom change.
  • Be very careful how you respond to tensed and high stress moments, because “moments are fleeting, you may have regrets”.
  •  “Some people are only in your lives but for a season”, there come a time to prune and weed excess baggage/dead weight.
  • Some folks will NEVER see the good you do, do it anyhow.
  • Not everyone can/may see or accept change or truth for that matter.
  • Don’t take things personally, “just shake some things off and let some people go”.
  • No matter how difficult a situation be courageous, push through or be pulled or it sucks you under.
  • The level of despair and self-worth for some have been so far removed, your best bet is to severe your ties.
  • People will naturally gravitate to what they know best.
  • You can’t, You CANNOT help a person that doesn’t see the need or require help.

I implore you my fellow journey2freeitzs seek freedom in whatever way suitable and freeing to you! It’s of utmost importance, in order to be at peace and sweet contentment, we must no longer cover, hide, suppress, turn a blind eye, conceal secrets and/or restrict, refrain, reject, refuse or deny ourselves total and complete peace.

I will resume posting very soon, as I now realize in order to maintain some level of normalcy, better yet my sanity I must do so! It sounds hilarious but ever so true. I’m still limited to what I can say in regards to my pending trial, but there is so much more to do and so I am literally bursting at the seams as I want to get on with this, it’s ripping my heart to shreds watching, reading and constantly hearing of stories of children being abused daily, something have to be done, we need to unite to protect our children! I love you and I’m so eager to hear from you.

As always, join me as I/we journey to free. The path traveled may be winding and long, it will be difficult and time-consuming but I promise it’s all worth it. Speak, act, do something! Lets play our part or any part in eradicating this evil CSA and protect our children, our society and our sanity.

From my heart to yours:

With Love