Project Testimony

 As you can expect, such a radical shift in life experience naturally caused me to move away from the friends that I accrued in my brokenness. I now had a testimony that my peers didn’t have the capacity to understand. I also have layers of PTSD and I don’t feel safe around officers like I used to, nor do I have peace filling out applications when they ask “have you ever been arrested?” I desired the same passion that my peers had behind the innocent souls that have been murdered or wrongfully convicted in similar circumstances, to be for me, their friend who was still ALIVE to tell the story. Support the show

 Many are called but few are chosen. In 2016 my ‘friend’ argued with a cop on what was supposed to be a chill girl’s night out. I was a recent graduate of Howard University, and was blessed to have been given a corporate job. As I reflect, this was an invite I should’ve let pass me by, I had felt that gut feeling of me forcing myself to go out so I wouldn’t feel left out (FOMO). My mom even suggested for me to stay home and clean my room that night, yet I brushed that off just so I could escape through a turn up. Support the show

 Recently, I’ve realized the true importance of being still. I’ve experienced some terrifying scenarios and heart breaking traumas in my journey thus far, yet began to cope with this distress with a constant hustle and move lifestyle. I often found myself asking questions but not being silent enough to hear God speak the answers. Instead, I’d hand the mic to my fears and anxieties. I’m brought to reflect on my faith in Christ and how sometimes God can seem to get quiet on us when we are seeking a word from him the most. Support the show

I was challenged to be present and express the thoughts and feelings that surfaced while admiring one of Leanordo Da Vinci’s masterpieces where the two hands elegantly reach toward each other with this seemingly intentional space between the moment right before they touch.Support the show

 I didn't understand my hidden fear of isolation until I realized I was draining myself in an effort to stay connected to people that were naturally drifting away. I lost myself a long time ago and sadly it didn't seem like the people around me took notice. I realized how common that story is for many individuals. I hit rock bottom in the year of 2016 yet that opened the door to my pursuance of the face of God. I ran to church with my broken heart 💔 ready to be laid on the alter. I wasn't prepared for the truth that many people in the church are also suffering although they looked so glamorous on the outside disguising their suffering and tattered ways on the inside. Support the show

 Walter Isaacson mentions in his book on Leonardo Da Vinci, that Da Vinci often used his imagination combined with science, art, technology and humanities to create. In this idea alone I find myself relating to this creative genius, as I have often found it so difficult to plant my feet in a community that I could call my ‘tribe’ Support the show