Black women and spiritually most of everyone I know was raised in the church. Every Sunday we got up and dressed in our best clothes and socks, I still hear the popping of the hot comb. ( Yikes lol) I sat through the gospel service, the screams, and jumping around. I remember people passing out after dancing back and forth and thinking, but why. I was never really a church person thinking back. But I appreciated the concept of it. Coming together one day of the week to try and reset and let go of the hurt and yuckiness. But for myself, considering being an empath, I would slightly not—the large crowds in church, loud music, and required hugs & kisses. I am a firm believer in energy can be passed on by touch. I believe it is an intimate experience only happening when it’s a mutual exchange. Now before we dig deeper, please understand I am not bashing the church or Christianity. I am all for everyone having there own opinion and belief. Life is short, and it’s all about how and what you feel. I also am going to ask we keep this a judgment-free zone at the end of this post you will hear from a few of my friends and their experiences. We are all children at the end of the day trying to figure it out. We never stop learning and growing. Now back to business!
It wasn’t until I turned 25 I realized I was going through the motions. I did what I was taught, not what I was feeling. I was afraid to color outside the lines, and I was worried I would be judged. I was ready to connect with myself and somewhere that connects me to home. Generations of African American women all over the world are turning to Santeria, Hoodoo, Voodoo, and Brujeria. Going back to the times of our ancestors, they were taught to practice Christianity and Catholicism with a touch of African spiritual tradition. For myself, I am still figuring it out honestly. I believe there is a God I know that 10000% to be valid, and I also know God is me. I strive to pray every day and give my offerings weekly. Everything that I had been searching for from love, peace, hope, etc. was in myself. Codependency has been one of my biggest struggles, and I hope not to pass it down to my children. Now there is nothing wrong with needing someone or depending on them. The dictionary definition of Codependency is characterized by excessive emotional or psychological reliance on a partner, typically one who requires support on account of an illness or addiction. When you confuse caretaking and sacrifice with loyalty and love. Yikes! But it’s hard, especially in the world we live in so I understand. No matter where you are on the journey called life, I applaud you. Waking up every day and deciding to keep going is a lot in itself. Never let anyone or anything tell you differently.
Since starting this journey, I’ve had to dig deep. I still struggle with the fear of being judged because I am choosing not to attend church anymore. I am loving myself more, and I am finding my power. I am my source. I applaud everyone working on themselves. I will be 26 this year, and I am still finding myself. Every day is a journey every day is a mission, and we must get up and show up. Growing up with strict parents, I was also blessed to have open parents. Every question I needed answered they never hesitated. Even to this day, I know I can go to them with open arms. To those who don’t have that type of security, please know that my door/email is always free. Please never be afraid to reach out. You are never alone. Listed below will be books I highly recommend. You will also find a few stories of other black women and their journeys. I hope you choose to heal. Be blessed.
Books To Read;
- The power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
- Girl wash your Face by Rachel Hollis
- The 21 Day Self Love Challange
- Spoken Black Girl Self-Love & Healing Journal ( Book)
- Sacred Woman; A Guide to Healing the Feminine Body, mind, and spirit by Queen Afua
Black Woman and There Journeys;
I, like most of my fellow black girls, was raised in a strict Christian home. The Bible was law, and you were going to Sunday service, no questions asked. As I got older and I began to stray away from my upbringing, it left me confused. I felt ashamed and guilty that I had somehow “turned my back” on God. I still believe in a higher power or the universe as a collective, but I don’t think that things are precisely as traditional religion says. How could we practice so much hate and discrimination? I believe that if you do good, good will come back to you. Spread love. I’m still in the early stages of my journey. And I’m happy I found my tribe to help me along the way. ❤️
It’s so important to surround yourself with like-minded individuals.I would say I started my journey after I had my oldest daughter; I was 17. A little before then, I wandered off of the things my parents taught me growing up because I thought, “I knew it all.” I distanced myself from and allowed myself to heal and reflect on me, the type of mother and woman I wanted to be. I started meditating and slowing down ultimately while reminding myself my body is a temple, and I’m a goddess. It was hard but it was worth it and very much needed. Now I know my worth, who I am, and who I’m destined to be!
Honestly, I guess I kind of always knew that Christianity wasn’t really for me. I never really enjoyed going to church, and the preachings were nice, but it never really fit for me, and I was never whole heartily involved. When I got out from under very strict parents Christians, I decided to follow what I think felt more natural and sat right with my guy which lead me to a more spiritual/magical lifestyle I still believe that there is a god/higher being, but I also believe in the universe and that elements and words have more power than even I can comprehend.