Fighting in Faith

By Unique

Fighting in faith, was written during the darkest moments of my life. It’s a guide for not only people dealing with illness but for anyone who is fighting in faith. It’s for those who struggle with believing in something we can’t see when all odds seem stacked against us. It shows a story of a young girl trying to hold her head above water. She’s goes from being a popular teenager with many friends to finding herself by herself. She had to learn how to love herself within and fight for her life, literally! This book will inspire others from different age ranges to never give up no matter how hard life gets. We all have a choice are you gonna quit or fight? Whatever your choice is here’s my story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 9, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796065022

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PROLOGUE

I T WAS A Friday morning when another sharp pain woke me up out of my sleep. Man what’s wrong with me? I expressed frustrated, balling up. This is crazy. I don’t care what the doctor says. Something is w rong!"

Engaging in my new ritual caused the pain in my side and lower back to again ease, so my thoughts immediately went back to my doctor’s reached conclusion during my last checkup.

Unique, there’s nothing wrong, she voiced in, trying to assure me I was okay. So you have nothing to worry about.

Really, I self-expressed as her hand rested on my shoulder for reassurance. I shot her another fake smile. I remembered because it was at that moment I reached my own conclusion.

And that was that she didn’t appear to know what the hell she was doing or talking about. So to me, the stethoscope that hung around her neck, white doctor’s coat, and medical degree were nothing more than purchases for to dress up for seasonal Halloween parties. It was obvious she wasn’t taking my issue seriously.

Having to think of her while enduring my pain again, I became numb. But somewhere in between, it eased, and I slowly straightened up to lie on my back. Ugh, I expressed in disgust while lying there, this doesn’t make any sense.

I thought of my mom and the million-dollar question on should I tell her of what’s been going with me because I was a mental wreck. She’s my best friend, but I didn’t want to bare any bad news to her especially when she was already dealing with so much on personally (which I hated), so I chose to stay close lipped until the right time (whenever that was gonna be).

The morning sun had not come up yet, so I just lay in the darkness of my room in doubt and fear. Doubt that I’d be all right and nothing was wrong. Fear that I’d find out the worst.

My eyes were adjusted to the dark, so taking in my room’s setup wasn’t a task. Lying there allowed me to listen to my breathing, heartbeat, and the morning movement of my mom busy in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Different food aromas began to fill the air. Cartoons blasted from the TV, so this let me know my little sister, Ga’kiya, was up and getting ready for school. I slowly turned, lay on my side, and pulled the covers over my head.

Dang, I don’t feel like going to school today, I mentally stressed.

The clock on my nightstand informed me a short time ago I’d have an hour to make up my mind. Again, my mom came to my mind. Telling her I wasn’t feeling well would not be a good thing because that would arouse her suspicion and she’d start asking a lot of questions that I wasn’t prepared to answer.

So the decision was made. Before getting up, my mind drifted to wonderland. Such things had me thinking about my life, particularly my supposed-to-be boyfriend and my girls, especially my boyfriend Jamal because he was really starting to get on my nerves. He was cool, but little things started to nag me. But he was given a pass because he didn’t know what I was going through. Hell, I didn’t even know what I was going through, but I had to hold on and keep my faith in God that all was all right, especially with him being the ultimate driver.

As for my girl friend Nae, I was feeling kind of guilty on not letting her know what was up. She and a bunch of others were my girls, but the time wasn’t right since I was still lost myself.

The aromas of breakfast had thickened, which made my stomach growl. Pancakes, sausages, and eggs were the meal. But before fighting myself free from the covers, getting washed up, and heading to the kitchen to chow down, World War Three came to life.

Maaaa! my little sister yelled out from another room. I can’t find my other blue shoe!

I smiled because this was a morning theme with the both of them. I don’t know how my stepdad, Papa G, could even sleep through all the noise, but I guess that’s how it is when you do a lot of overtime.

Im’ma beat yo butt, Ga’kiya! my mother shot back with anger. Because I told you last night to lay out what you was gonna wear for school today, so you better find it before I finish cooking.

Well, here it goes, I thought, meaning once she gets going with her, it’ll spill over to me.

Unique! she now yelled out with some ghetto tension.

I knew it, I self-reasoned. I love my mom because she’s sweet, caring, and a beautiful person. But sometimes,