Chronicles Of A Black Lesbian Mom
This podcast is my open diary — where I speak from my soul about motherhood, queerness, purpose, burnout, breakthroughs, balancing ancestral healing with building a legacy, and what it means to lead with love in a world that expects you to grind.
So if you’ve ever hidden in the bathroom just to breathe, whispered affirmations between meetings, or saged your laptop before a launch...
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Chronicles Of A Black Lesbian Mom
Where Am I Now? - FINAL MiniSeries Part6
đź“Ś Episode Summary:
In the final installment of Buried Truths: My Father, His Death, and My Healing, I sit with the raw aftermath of my father’s funeral—and the waves of pain that kept crashing long after the casket closed. From facing one of my childhood perpetrators again… to being hit with a possible cancer diagnosis… to watching the dysfunction in my family reemerge right after laying my father to rest—this wasn’t closure. It was confrontation.
This diary entry is messy. Vulnerable. Raging. And sacred.
It’s a mirror for anyone who’s ever tried to grieve while surviving.
✨ Guided Meditation: “I Am the Medicine”
I also include a gentle, 3-minute meditation to ground yourself after listening. It’s a reminder that you’re not broken—you’re becoming.
Access is inside the episode.
đź’Ž Lessons Learned:
- Perpetrators thrive in silence—I won't be silent anymore.
- Apologies aren’t the same as accountability.
- Boundaries are sacred, especially in grief.
- Sometimes healing means walking away—even from family.
- Protect your peace like your life depends on it. Because sometimes, it does.
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