I am Hindu. This is what I believe.

I am Grenadian, but I sure don’t “look” it. That’s not me talking – that is the comment I’ve heard all my life. I am of East Indian descent. My parents are from India and they moved here many years ago. I was born in the very same hospital many of you may have been born in – the General Hospital in St. George’s. In my heart I never felt different to people around me but I was constantly showed that I was. In addition to my appearance, my religion and culture is different. I am Hindu. As a child and throughout my teenage years at home, my family and I would be in the designated prayer room in the evening before dinner. We would light incense and sing our prayers. The scent of incense always triggers fond memories of family bonding and time spent together. It was and still…

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My Miscarriage And Road To Recovery

A miscarriage. You just never think it would happen to you. You do all you can to eat healthy and heed the advice of doctors and other mothers but in the end, your little precious baby is still lost.  It doesn’t matter at what stage you miscarried, it’s just so tragic. It hurts. A lot.  Today marks four weeks since our little one passed and I’ve decided to write my experience, as part of my own healing and maybe somewhere out there, this will help someone else who’s going through the same.  For the purpose of this post though, I won’t go into detail about the miscarriage because my focus here is on recovering. Background: We knew our little one was on the way since December.  January felt very tiring, but I continued being active.  Nigel, my husband, named him ‘Jaime’.  This worked for either sex but we were hoping…

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She : A Short Story on Domestic Violence

Catharsis – that’s the word she would use to describe the sensation she got as she beat Hensley within an inch of his life. Not shame or guilt but catharsis. As he begged, pleaded and bawled for his life, she felt every ounce of shame, abuse and hurt seep out of her battered body and soul and into his. A fair exchange. She stands spent, physically exhausted from the beating she put on him, wondering why she never fought back before. As the demons of rage, hurt and years of degradation, pent up anger and frustration release her from her violent stupor she is stunned. She shakes her head in wonder as she looks at the whimpering 6ft 2 heap at her foot, crying like a child. She feels empowered as she hears him beg for mercy, beg her to stop. Empowered as he too calls on God for help as…

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March lessons

Can you help me wave farewell to the month of March? Oh my word, how that month tested me on EVERY level and caused me to confront ALL of my major fears. I hated every moment of the month. Well, that’s an exaggeration, but March sucked on so many levels, at least till I took the lemons and made lemonade. You know what? You learn your strength and test your resilience when you confront your fears and face your demons. There was no way of escaping the things I had to address in March. The only way to go through them was to simply go through them. So I went through and I came out a tad wiser and more empowered from every circumstance that came my way. The wisdom and empowerment I derived does not make me dislike March any less, though. I’m still making meaning of March and how what I’ve experienced will transform me. But as…

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Why we tell our stories

I believe we tell our stories to make meaning of our experiences, release ourselves from hurts, gain or share a perspective, to seem less alone and also to evolve and grow beyond those stories. As we tell our stories, we experience transformation, awareness and give others the opportunity to see the world from our lens. Through storytelling, we foster a spirit of empathy, understanding and gain new insights and perspectives into the experiences of others. But telling our stories isn’t always easy and telling our stories when we have not healed from them, especially the loaded, soul-stirring ones. Putting pen on paper to face our fears, past and shortcomings can be cathartic. Author Brene Brown says: Our job is not to deny the story, but to defy the ending—to rise strong, recognize our story, and rumble with the truth until we get to a place where we think: Yes, this is what happened. This…

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