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From the Ashes I Have Risen

Warrior of Survival

By Elizabeth ForbesPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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The words play over and over in your mind: "You're going to be an angel soon..." It's always in the back of your mind, as you are living this never-ending nightmare. Deep down, you know this is not what you wanted your life to be like, while constantly walking on eggshells, while listening to the constant reminders: "You are nothing without me!!"; "No one won't EVER want you again!!" All this time, you're just wanting love and acceptance so you learned to smile through the pain. You, then, succumb to remain an empty shell of who you once were.

I understand the reluctance to stand up and fight. I understand you losing faith in God, cursing him as to why this is happening to you. I WAS that scared girl, ashamed to let people know anything. Everything was fine, at least on the surface. I was too scared to ask for help. I had to get out and I knew it.

As it was one of the scariest points of my life, I am here to tell any person who is afraid to stand up and fight: I am holding your hand, for you are not alone. This brings me to a time in my life that I became an outsider looking in when I became homeless with two of my children. I never knew how much my faith would be tested, until I was taught a hard lesson about humbling gratitude.

Having the minds that we do; for some of us, we just can't bring ourselves to become humble and why is that? Our pride gets in the way of course. People who are less fortunate are looked down upon EVERYDAY by society, only wanting ONE person to smile and say hello, so they can have just a brief moment to forget their reality. WHAT reality, you ask? The reality is, we are molded by society's example of just helping ourselves... it's called "taking care of your own."

Haven't YOU ever struggled, being flooded by obstacles, while you are battling up shit creek with broken oars? I have, on more than one occasion. While being homeless ten years ago, two of my children and I stayed at a hotel in Rancho Cordova, CA and resided in the family section in the back. We were 20 families in the same situation. We became a tight-knit community. We went to the food bank and combined our food, always making sure the kids ate first. Jessyka was almost two months, and my son Allan was about 14. He STILL took the bus from the hotel to school every day.

It was then when I TRULY learned to be humble and grateful for being not only a very resourceful person, but for all of the people who helped me find the means for my family to survive.

This brings me to a closing message from my warrior heart to my readers who may need to hear this:

The heart, embraced by compassion, cradled in the wings of serenity... holding on with all your might on to what is left of your sanity, for the eyes see all... the body pulled in every direction... it's led to a path of many arrows, so MUST choose wisely... it can be beneficial or detrimental, so it's up to you. You can walk away, or go in with your head held high. They will come from all walks of life, and yes, they will challenge you in every possible way. The outcome is up to you, so always have the best weapon... the ULTIMATE weapon... your mind.

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Elizabeth Forbes

I am a whimsical, mysterious and very down to earth person. I am a mother, fiance, teacher, mompreneur, grandma, friend, counselor to those who need me, and artist and a poet

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