Dear Lord,
Breathe strength into my mind, faith in my hands, & freedom in my spirit to tell my story. Allow those who gaze upon my words or those who fully digest what I am about to express find peace in their own state of mind. Allow me to be a walking testimony for those who are grieving a loved one especially those who have experienced my own pain as a grieving mother. Let them know that the enemy has not won, that the Lord is just getting started with them on what new challenges but also so much more beauty is behind the madness of our minds. Purify our souls God, for we are all open to your holiness.
~In Jesus Name, Amen
It's with great honor that I get to talk about my favorite human being in the whole entire world! Ughhh you don't even know how excited I've been to type out this blog today especially as we wrap up January with such a beautiful rendition of what I experienced as a first time mother to my child. This was the hardest thing that I have ever endured as a woman, but it hurt me more as a mother not being able to experience all the things I wanted to with my sweet girl. Just seeing her was more than enough for me to give her to God and our ancestors.
I kind of gave my own gist of what my pregnancy looked like in yesterday's passage. It was such a pain to go through all of this at such a young age too. Considering this was my first child, I thought something like this couldn't happen, but I was so wrong. I had an idea of pregnancy & infant loss but to be in the mist of the experience of it puts a whole different toll on your mind, body, and spirit. You think everything everyone says is a lie concerning your kid, when they tell you she may not make it, or telling you if you don't do x, y, or z that you could potentially die too if you don't get her out of you. So many emotions and actions can happen in the mist of a 9 month pregnancy.
You really gotta have the most supportive village around and not just some random humans with immortal intentions that are not pure. You can't trust that everyone is happy for you because a lot of people want to hurt you intentionally. The life I endured during those 9 months was something I learned the most about myself. I learned to connect deeper into my vessel while also bringing another life here. As for my daughter, she fought a good fight with me but also knew that wasn't the life she wanted to live. Being connected through blood, cores, life source in my body there was not enough love around me nor were there any pure hands to nurture/ develop/ support my child at the time Mr. Ivy and I were together living in a rented room. That alone was such a hard pill to swallow.
I was told so much and remember so much from this time even after the fact as well. Not a lot of people even knew I got pregnant in the first place and at times I really didn't want anyone to know I was. People who did know, but didn't know she passed always say, " So where's your baby?" or " You had a baby on us and didn't even know congratulations!" or "How old is the baby now". So many emotions brew when I get asked stuff like that or if people ask if I do have children which puts me in awkward positions as I have to bring a mood down by telling my testimony. Honestly after like 10 months postpartum I stopped giving a fuck about really any second hand embarrassment over my kid because this is some I'm so honored to have had the pleasure of developing as far as she did. The most amazing girl in the world she is to me because she is my reflection.
The reflection of me in a whole other human being was enough for me because I wasn't the only one who seen who divine light, but everyone who was able to meet her knew she would've been such a power house for this world. Her first name means goddess of light/ wisdom, her middle name meaning the eternal supreme creator and her last name being another name for vine or evergreen plant. All that to say, I carried an entire deity. God chose me to carry this life to know who he truly is to me and what he does for me to protect me in this lifetime. As much as I loved her father, I knew through him not showing up for me the ways I truly needed that he just wasn't going to feed my daughter or I the things that we truly need to know he was going to support us in every way possible. It was so hard to regain trust back into that connection as I was getting mentally, spiritually, and verbally abused. Sometimes physically as well as I had many and can't stress you enough, many panic attacks that almost cost me my own life as well as my daughters.
There were times as well where her father would not be checked out and at a point checked out completely from his daughter and I when he found out she wasn't going to make it. It was like he accepted the fact she was dying inside of me ( and I accepted as well) but he never honored nor advocated for us like I was hoping he would. I was even told by the woman we dated that " God is punishing you for keeping her this long, that's why she is dying" and " Mr. Ivy is only mad at you because you decided to keep her and not follow through with the plan." without even knowing who he truly was as a partner during this time. It hurt so much to know there were so many people praying on my downfall as a mother. In a way I knew this was going to come with the title as people have so much to say with no type of back bone to be a support system but they rather belittle. It's disheartening to say the least but at the same time eye opening.
For once in my life I was able to pull the veil over my eyes. Me allowing people to provoke me into being something that I am not brought me into a state of mind of not wanting to live on earth anymore. I even got sent to the mental hospital 11 months postpartum because the abuse I endured from my daughter's father sent me into a nervous breakdown to the point I wanted to just be with my daughter and not the world I was living in. I really hated myself because of someone who wanted me to go " back to normal" when that definition as a whole was reconstructed from me. I didn't know what normal was at all nor did the definition sit well with me. Nothing that happened to me was normal at all.
Now we are a year into this grieving journey and my life has drastically changed. The perspective that I had a month to six months of it freshly happening to it now being almost two years has amazed me in ways that made me feel like none of this ever happened. It started to feel like an illusion at times too but I am often reminded of the emptiness within my womb space or the postpartum flutters of my baby's little kicks. Having her a day before my 23rd birthday showed me more than I knew I needed. She was and still is the best gift God gave to me and I will never forget what this has done for me.
I hope I can give any mother, father, grandparent, or anyone who is connected to another's child that has passed on; just know you are not alone. Don't let anyone make you feel like what you are doing for your child and to honor your child is the wrong thing. Nothing can be a wrong thing as long as it's honorable &respectful to the deceased. Ultimately our loved ones want us to continue to keep them in our minds and on our hearts as we are more connected to the spiritual world than we know it. Anyone who is struggling to release the aching feelings, try writing more to these loved ones, make more art surrounding them/ expressing your emotions, journal, start a blog ( like I did with mine), and reconnect your soul with God as he is the main source to where our beautiful angels are resting peacefully.
~ Indigo Vibration <3 1111
"The Lord is my Shepard, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in the green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake. even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will not fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and love will follow me all the day of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever" Psalm 23: 1-6





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