Girl, Get Your Power Back! Do You Wanna Be Healed?

By Keisha Brown

Keisha Brown loves to empower women to live a purpose driven life. After experiencing her own issues of messy relationships and painful experiences, she realized that everything she experienced was for a bigger purpose. So, she decided to do something about it! She decided to forgive and heal from her past wounds.

•Have you survived a domestic violence relationship?
•Do you find yourself in a place of hopelessness?
•Have you found yourself in a state of unforgiveness?

If any of those sound familiar, Keisha is here to share her story with the hope that it will help you to move forward. Keisha is a firm believer that in order for a person to heal, they must be willing to do the work. Keisha put in years of therapy and self-awareness to create a better version of herself.

If you’re ready to live a life of wholeness, this book is for you!

Author Keisha Brown is a dynamic motivational speaker and loves to encourage people to grow into their purpose. Keisha currently serves in a local body of Christ and enjoys praise and worship. Keisha has written and produced several stage plays, including Hear My Cry and The Well. Keisha loves to spend time with her family and host women’s conferences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keisha Brown
• Release date: Mar 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463325261

Keisha Brown

Author Keisha Brown is a dynamic motivational speaker and loves to encourage people to grow into their purpose. Keisha currently serves in a local body of Christ and enjoys praise and worship. Keisha has written and produced several stage plays Hear My Cry and The Well. Keisha loves to spend time with her family and host women conferences.

Book preview

In the beginning

Often in life, we are faced with challenges and trials that will shape our future. As little girls, we are often defined by childhood experiences. Our experiences can also keep us from moving forward to live our best life. As a little girl around the age of ten, I remembered living in fear. Fear was the catalyst which kept me from believing in myself or the future me that I knew I could become.

Fear is what kept me stuck in my past for years, and I didn’t know how I was going to get out of the place where I was being held back and stagnated. It wasn’t until then that I started to recall the events of my childhood and revisit some things that happened that produced fear. I had to get to the root of the problem to be healed. I grew up in a middle-class home where my parents worked hard to keep food on the table. I was a skinny black girl who didn’t have an issue with speaking her mind at one moment but would be so scared the next. My household wasn’t the black Brady bunch; my father drank a lot; my mother barely touched the stuff. I felt I was caught between two different worlds of good versus evil. My father was very protective of me, or so I thought, back then. However, he was abusive toward my mother. Domestic violence was real in my household, and I didn’t know if, one day, something tragic might happen that would change my life forever. I couldn’t understand how my mother, who is the sweetest woman in the world, could be subjected to such abuse. I recalled one incident where I came home from school, I guess I was in the 8th grade and saw my mom crying her eyes out. I remember saying to her, Mom, leave; please leave. You don’t deserve this! I could see the fear in her eyes, although she didn’t say much or speak terrible about my father, fear was so prominent, and I soon discovered how those moments of abuse shaped my future. We are two, my older brother and me, and I was Daddy’s little girl in my mind, but I couldn’t understand how my father, who I loved very profoundly, who never hit me, nor spanked me, could ever abuse my mother, the woman who gave birth to me. How does this happen? I had questions but no answers. I had nightmares of coming home one day and seeing my mother or father dead because of the fight. I admired my mother for her strength to have endured such pain, but I became angry because she didn’t leave him. Until, one day, I went to my grandmother's house on the other side of town to spend the weekend with her. She was the glue that held me together. My grandmother was the type of woman who loved everyone, and her home was a sanctuary for me and many others. I remember my mom coming to her mother’s house to pick me up, and I didn’t want to leave. I told my grandfather, I don’t want to go back there. I moved into my grandparents’ home, and my mother soon followed. I believe it wasn’t until I left, that’s when my mother got the strength to leave and of course, from God.

Although my mother and I left my dad, my brother stayed with him. I felt