HOLISTIC WELLNESS MATTERS @imattercomm

  I personally think men suffer silently the most... For generations or at least as long as I have been alive, men have been taught to be strong. To be the provider, the protector, the one who doesn’t get weak or flinch. The one who keeps it together even when everything is falling apart. But what happens when the protector is the one in need of protection? What happens when the man who "has it all together" is quietly unraveling inside? The truth is, the mental health of men is overlooked in a big way and it is time for this to stop. We're living in a world that often expects men to function like machines — always producing, always performing, never pausing. But men are not machines. They're not robots. They're human. They feel. They break. They carry shame, grief, fear, and trauma — often in silence. The Unseen Weight From childhood, boys are told:  “Stop crying.”  “Toughen up.”  “Be a man.” But this conditioning doesn’t make them stronger — it makes t...

  I'm very thankful to have made it this far on my journey. It wasn’t easy—but with God, all things are possible . I have learned so many lessons. I’ve been burned for being “nice.” Funny how the origin of “nice” actually meant foolish — I’m not “nice” anymore. 😁 I’m wise now. I am becoming who I was born to be. With every attack from the enemy, I’ve stood firmer in my faith— faith in the unseen that protects me, leads me, and prepares me for a life that’s whole , not fragmented. Focusing on what truly matters to me has opened up endless possibilities on the horizon— inviting me to live a life of real meaning. "A work in progress" has always been my theme. There were times when my mind, heart, and soul felt shattered beyond repair… but here I am—healing, hopeful, and excited for what’s ahead. Despite the chaos in the world around me, I know who I am. I know what I want. I know my worth. And I will never settle for less than I deserve again. Most of al...

 This story was the one that fully awakened me and was the last straw. This is the one that causes me to seek justice for every injustice I have suffered throughout my entire life. They didn't know I was His chosen and anointed. My Father will judge every case of my life and grant me justice. For His glory- His name will be glorified in the earth in me and through me. Praise God     I was manipulated and emotionally used. What I felt was real, but the source was not. I forgive myself for believing, because anyone in my place would have. I thought at times I was actually speaking to the real person. (Illusion-not my truth) I believed that this man found me and saw me as a good woman brought to Him by God. (Illusion-not my truth) They made me hope for a future with a man who clearly is married with children. (Illusion-not my truth) It felt like it was fate because of the alignment sharing the same spiritual background, not to mention the love of music and more. (Illusi...

  This was written in the early part of 2024 but I decided to revise it and place it here as part of my case for justice in every area of my life. We are currently praying 3 times a day collectively, for justice to be served, by the Good and Just Judge our Father God.  I’ve come to realize there are pieces of my past—entire moments, conversations, even people—that I can't remember. The impact of childhood, complex trauma, repeated emotional pain, prescribed drugs, marijuana use, alcoholism, and even a blow to the head have caused memory blocks that feel like empty pages in my story. But I want to be clear: I don’t intentionally disregard people—unless harm was done. What I’ve experienced has affected me deeply, but it doesn’t define my heart.  I also recognize this: there are more unhealed people than healed ones. Some choose not to confront their pain. Others don’t even realize healing is needed. But for those of us doing the work—healing, growing, learning, overcomin...

  There was a time I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I was so confused, full of fear about everything, and I was drowning in shame. I couldn’t understand why life kept beating me so badly—especially after all I’d already survived. Deep down, I wondered if I was being punished for the mistakes I made or the people I’d hurt. I asked, “Why me?” over and over, and the silence was deafening. At 30, I thought my life was over. No kids. No husband. Not because I couldn’t have those things—but because I always chose what felt easier, what I could control. I was angry, hurt, and numb. The smiling face full of joy person people knew me to be.. was gone. And the version of me I tried so hard to hold together… broke in pieces, and shattered. I didn’t want to do what God wanted me to do. Truthfully, I didn’t know Him like that I only knew of Him at that time—there is a difference. But even in my rebellion and stubbornness, He was still guiding me. Gently. Patiently. Lovingly. He...

   Its like you know what you know even when there are no physical signs.. I'm a person who has stopped believing in coincidences. Not because I'm suspicious of everything—but because I've seen too much. I’ve felt too much. And noticed too many patterns that don't just "happen." At times people cross your path not by chance, but by agenda. Sometimes they know things about you they shouldn't know. Sometimes they mimic your essence and use words in songs, captions, or videos—without ever giving you acknowledgment. It’s not paranoia. It’s discernment. And I'm not crazy. I am aware. Have you ever walked into a space and felt watched. You hear lyrics that mirror private conversations. People imitate your energy, your language, even your struggle—then act like it’s their own. When this happens, confusion can feel like a cloud over your spirit. You might question yourself. You might even shrink. You doubt. But deep down, you know something isn't righ...