Class of 11A decade ago I was a junior in High School. I didn’t know what I wanted to do after graduating. My only focus at the time was simply hanging out with friends and making sure I didn’t fail any of my classes.![]()

Ain't been one like it since

Class of 11A decade ago I was a junior in High School. I didn’t know what I wanted to do after graduating. My only focus at the time was simply hanging out with friends and making sure I didn’t fail any of my classes.![]()




destructive, suicidal, lost, weak, dumb. I didn’t see myself living pass 25, all I saw was blackness when I thought about my future pass 25. I later discovered what that blackness was that I was seeing when I envisioned the future. Major Loss and a whole lot of shyt happening one after the next, and me trying to function through it all, trying to find that happiness that I just wouldn’t find.
Didn’t see myself becoming a mother, let alone a single mother, didn’t see my life going in the direction it did. But once it did, I still didn’t want to be here but I had to women up. I had a child that needed me and I knew I had to be more than what I was , I had to for him. It probably would have been better, if I didn’t try to do it all myself. If I didn’t try to handle the challenges that were brought upon me, shortly after having him. But I was like a boxer, seeing life like rounds, every challenge Jump back up get in the ring, put on the gloves and I was fighting, I wasn’t gonna let anything or anyone take me out. It made me develop this cold and numb demeanor, and I did a lot of fukked up things, hurt a lot of people and truly gave no fukk, because I was selfish and felt like it was me and my son against the world. No matter what happened I always told myself I got this, get back in that ring, because your not about to let that stop you fukk that. I had things to prove to others and myself. I guess. Lol.
Until I finally just got my ass beat because I was tired. And that darkness I always envisioned finally took over. God took everything from me, until I literally had no choice but to come to him on my knees, humble and ready to change, ready to trust in him. Or kill myself, if I’m being honest.
But God brought me out of it, and it took some years of him molding me and sharpening me to develop the character I needed to get where I am now. A decade later.
Now? I’m decent. There are areas of my life where the change has been so drastic and so unexpected, in such a positive way, which speaks so much to the sermon I used always hear that God will restore all that was lost(time, money, love, etc) and more. Because that is what he did. I also know what a lot of older Christians know: he can take it all away again at any point. He will put you through some shyt... have you looking at testimonies of people speaking of his goodness and grace on some “well damn can I get the God that you have? Because he ain’t been nowhere in sight in my damn life.”
But if it’s one thing I know now, always count my blessings, always have faith even when it doesn’t line up with what I’m seeing in front of me... because things can always change. For the worse or for the better. It’s always temporary, even when things feel so permanent, even when it feels like it can’t be redeemed, like there is no hope... There always is a way...
So I’m Going into this decade a wiser, stronger, less certain person, more important though is that I’m humble.
I still have goals and dreams that I hope to achieve in the next 5-10 years, which is better than where I was a decade ago when my only thoughts were honestly of suicide. But who knows?
Honestly I don’t know what the fukk to expect for this next decade, what I do know is that whatever happens, i’ll get through it somehow, and come out on the other side a better person, hopefully.