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September 3rd, 2016 | By andrena in betrayal, Church, DatLife, Friends, friendship, Rant | No Comments »

When situations arise which are displeasing to me, or hurtful to me, I ALWAYS before speaking take a good long look at myself (personal inventory) to see whether or not my ego is speaking, or if I am responding with my ego. I almost always (to keep the peace) find some way to put it on me…

You know, the “if I hadn’t, if I didn’t, I should’ve”… all those “wudda shudda’s”

I always find some way to bring it all the way back to me…and blame myself for someone else’s hurt.

But you know what? Sometimes I have been and get hurt too! A lot of times, I have been hurt, for real, for real! This is not victim talk…it’s my truth.

It’s all I can do not to sit on the ground and grab my boo-boo, and just rock back and forth crying Ow!!!


It’s real life! Forget about being a ‘person of the cloth’, upon which heaps of feelings are heaped upon us at will. I bleed, I get angry, I hurt just like anybody else. My challenge? To respond appropriately…not accordingly…but appropriately.

I guess as I take pains to ‘reinvent’ myself yet again; I shall respond accordingly. In an appropriate manner.

I can’t go back to the Bronx; I refuse to let you take me there. I look at where I am today, and realize that through it all, my Creator is taking great pains to get me to listen and to elevate me.

It’s a lonely road.  But it’s okay. It’s never stopped me before.

Music is my muse: Send in the rage….

September 23rd, 2014 | By andrena in betrayal, DatLife, Friends, friendship, General, Health, rage, Rant | No Comments »

…you know the rest.  Well, almost:  “…Don’t bother, it’s here!”

I’ve finally recognized that music is my muse! She is my inspiration in writing. She motivates me, she wiggles in and out of my brain and has her way with me. She is all I have ever really had, and I carry her with me wherever I go; listening to the soundtrack of my life.

She dances, she twirls, she shakes her tambourine and rain stick. She causes the words to dance and twirl too and eventually they shake their way out and make themselves known.

Music is my muse…but I guess some of you have known that all along.

NeeCee, my inner child loves to play in the playground; jumping rope and swinging to her hearts delight and is filled with childish mischievousness. You’ve probably seen her at play.

NeeCee is well cared for, now. A year of hard work has bought us together…I know how to care for her and nurture her. She is no longer ignored or put on a shelf…she is me and I am her.

Oh….but then there is Denise….oh…that Denise…the protectress, who has had to care for NeeCee through her trauma and all her life, and has had to care for herself during those years when she was battling her demons. She would battle for you too, if she felt you needed her. And then, she would slip into obscurity – sometimes years at a time….but always there…simmering and twirling.

I finally acknowledged her last week.

And then today, a song came into my head…it was Denise reminding me:

“Don’t you forget about me
I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
I’ll put us back together at heart, baby”.

Hard to ignore “rage” for too long. It’s part of the process too! So it looks like another year, dealing with this aspect of my life. A new therapist, a new piece of acknowledged brokenness to be incorporated into the whole of Andrena.

It took the betrayal of a friendship (again)…to pull Denise out of her controlled solitude to look at herself/myself in the mirror. NeeCee will swing and skip this one out.

Thank you Beth

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