Tag: #trauma
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The Heart He Left Behind
As a sequel to “The Boy Disguised as a Man” I am in love with a man. I am confused by him. My heart has been broken, ripped out of my chest. Thrown to the ground, stepped on, stepped over, run over by car after car. But then God picked my heart up and prayed…
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Portland, Oregon(Strip Club Capital)
Scary Hours “Don’t come around thinkin’ you gettin’ saved Tryna show the dogs brighter days Got a torch, tryna light the way Bitin’ everybody, which is ironic ‘Cause your next album probably won’t ever see the light of day Had fans, but you let ’em down But I guess that’s how you niggas gettin’ down…
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Sister Pt 2:
At least someone cares, Rant Sister has always been that someone, from the very start to today. She expects me to check in with her like a mother would with her small child. And I am her small child. I think that’s why God only allowed her to have one child because he knew that…
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Let’s do Q&A: From Readers to Author Tiara
1. Tell me about what being a trauma specialist means to you? Becoming a trauma specialist was a natural progression for me after receiving my certification in yoga. Through my yoga journey, I discovered the profound healing potential of trauma-informed yoga practices. What defines me as a specialist is not just my formal education, but…
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Surviving Accidents: My Journey Through Resilience
It seems I’ve always been unlucky or prone to accidents. My first accident happened when I was about six years old. My older sister Lonisha, who was only 12 at the time, was responsible for taking me to and from school. She used her bike for transportation, with me perched between the handlebars. One afternoon,…
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Tiara’s arrest story
My name is Tiara Christopher, and I’d like to tell you a piece of my story. The journey I took and the will of survival which lies heavy in my spirit. I want to encourage you with my story. I want you to know that is possible to overcome anything and become everything! On September…
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My Story
My name is Tiara Christopher, and I’m here to share my journey of survival and resilience. I want to encourage you with my story and show you that it is possible to overcome anything and become everything! In 2019, the US Census Bureau reported the average African American household income was $43,000. Let’s break that…
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Rainbows
My life has been a series of temporary inconveniences, which were blessings disguised as problems. Before I tell you more about where I am going, I’d like to paint a picture of endless possibilities. Through my story, I want you to feel empowered by what I’ve been through and where I’m going. By the end…
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Chapter 3: Them vs. Me
It’s not enough to paint over a deteriorating home because underneath that lacquer is a home rotting at the base. The infrastructure needs repairing, but the fresh paint gives the illusion from the outside that the home is a fresh start, to a new and less complicated life. Berkeley is five miles from Oakland; but…
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Chapter 2: Mama, I’m Right Here!
I never had Mother’s undivided attention; so I deliberately misbehaved, thinking that was the way to get it. One day, I tried to get Mother’s attention by devising a plan to destroy Jeanne’s toilet. I thought that if I’d broken her toilet, she wouldn’t want to watch me anymore and Mother would have to watch…
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