My Truth


admin_general - Posted on 12 April 2021

By AudreyCandyCorn aka SistahSaveASoul 

 

I am AudreyCandyCorn A Grieving Yet Breathing Mother, the black woman is a goddess with a little g Noooooo blaspheming you see.

I Birthed a Nation and although I attempt to do the very best that I can with what I have, the pressure of the world is always on my shoulders.

I am the least protected, the most disrespected, but yet I find a way to shine. Because everything that I need is already inside of me, it's inside my DNA. 

You see I don't have to do the change, I am the change, I simply just have to be.

Doesn't that sound Wonderful, very Powerful and Affirming even. At least that's what I tell myself.  Life is what you make it.

We all have options and choices. I choose to Live versus simply exist. I struggle with depression & Have severe anxiety attacks.

 

Every morning when I wake up, I tell myself this. And not only do I tell myself this, but I own it because I understand that I have the power to shift energy… 

Life Is Unpredictable And No Matter How Much i Planned, life has A Way Of unraveling My Agenda… 

I've Always for the most part Been An Optimistic Person…   

My whole life I've Looked at the GLASS HALF WAY FULL vs. EMPTY…

The Great Langston Hughes Puts It Best: "Life for Me Ain't Been No Crystal Stair "

 

Growing Up in West Oakland California Has Been A Struggle, being That it is ONE of the Most Violent Cities in the World.  My Boston Bookie Savey Morphinea calls My Town "Oakland Iraq." She's Right. The Citizens Are Always On Attack in War Mode..."it's a State of Emergency " No One Is Safe. This is Where My PTSD is Developed And my newest disorder unbenounced to me -- Depression. I was in Denial one day when I looked up and I was surrounded by a heap of piles everywhere...piles of books, piles of clothes piles of paper with the underlining trail of trash... 

My Lord...

How did I get HERE? The dishes are piled up, I'm hungry and I can't remember the last time I ate. Who is responsible for this? It was as though I had snapped out of a spell... I was responsible for this.

 

December 20th, 2015, my life Drastically changed. My oldest son, My first born Torian Dajour Hughes Was Killed 5 days Before Christmas, Leaving Me And His 2 Brother's Amir and Ziair Behind to ReDiscover ourselves. Life has never been the same since… 

 

It's been 3 years and 3 months Torian was Robbed and Killed, Being His Brothers’ Keeper. All 3 boys, born 5 years Apart, were VERY CLOSE, Very loving toward Each Other. The Boys Made a pact With one another Before Torian Died. The Boys Said they Would Always Be Each Others KEEPER and Not Only Would They Keep each other on the Right TRACK

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