When I came into this world it was just my mom and me. Apparently my dad was out trying to park the car somewhere. Anyway. Teanice and Jade. Jade and Teanice. It's just about always been us since then (to me at least, because I definitely have a thing where I see my mom as … Continue reading Teanice. My mother, my friend.
As I went through deleting old threads from my iPad yesterday, I was reminded of this friend I had freshman year who basically helped keep me afloat. She isn't at HU anymore, I learned through a mutual friend of ours, but she really did play a big role in my pseudo-survival that fall semester. She … Continue reading A Freshman Friendship
Last Thursday I went to the waterfront. That wasn't all I did, actually. It was a "Jade day" from beginning to end. I went to work out. Got these eyebrows of mine done. Paid both my credit card bills and filled up my gas tank. Went to Rita's and treated myself to a large ice … Continue reading Going Out
This is the disclaimer that I don't need yet I want to give: I like to tell stories and this is MY platform where I have the freedom to do so. With that being said, I'm trying to get over caring what "characters" in my stories may come across a post or how they may … Continue reading Sabotage
I just need to let this out. It's neither encouraging nor funny. It's just a thing. If you know me you know I'm good for making a phone call off the random. No courtesy text. No appointments. If I want to hear your voice or for you to hear mine at any given moment, I'll … Continue reading Let. Him. Go.
Today marks 10 years since the day my dad passed. Was killed? Taken from me? I change the language around depending on my energy. Anyway. It was Friday, April 25, 2008. It's Wednesday, April 25, 2018. Seeing as I was 10 years old when it happened, I've now lived as many years without my dad … Continue reading Living in Peace
I've been hesitant to publish this sort of post since I first launched Building, Not Broken back in January. What I'm writing about is a sensitive subject to some, and a very personal one to me. I know a lot of my family members read my posts, and the contents of this blog will follow … Continue reading What I Wish I’d Known
Questions to ask yourself when wondering if you should let go (PART II): What will I do when I find myself alone in my room, scrolling through old photos saved on Snapchat or wishing I hadn't deleted text threads so I could go back and laugh at the funny messages? How will I cope when … Continue reading When Letting Go Gets Ugly
I'm in what I'm calling a "Decluttering Stage" in my life. It started with me sorting through and getting rid of a lot of notebooks and projects I had stored from as far back as Pre-School. I'm a bit of a hoarder, but in preparing to redo my room I wanted a brand-new start. Then … Continue reading How to Know When to Let Go
A thought just came to me: I talk to my mom far more than I talk to God. That is not okay. Now, I will say I talk to God daily. Some days more than others. I have the bad habit of calling on God most when I need Him to move immediately in my … Continue reading Learning to Talk with God