I'm a Mother Fucking Manifestor

By Tiffany Griffin

Like everyone else who walks this earth, I have a unique story to tell. Parts of it might be relatable to you, parts of it might offend you. There may be times when you feel inspired by my strength and resilience, and other moments where you'll think, "Oh my god, what the fuck was her problem?!?" The thing is, as crazy as some of these chapters are, there is nothing new in the universe. My story may be unique to me, full of just the right moments in time pulled together by my specific cast of characters, but in the end, it's all about balance and equilibrium. The further down we let ourselves be pulled, the more the universe pulls back to get us where we need to be. That voice you hear in your lowest moments that tells you everything is wrong? It's not beating you up and saying you're wrong—there are no mistakes in the universe!—it's just trying to wake you the fuck up so you can start that messy process of rising through the ashes and restoring balance.

 

This book is to help guide you towards finding your balance and your full potential for happiness. But first, I want to tell you about my own journey. It hasn't been a pleasant one, and honestly, it's still hard for me to think about certain parts of it. But I want you to know that whatever shit has been thrown at you, and whatever graves you have dug for yourself, you can rise to the surface. More than that, you have the power to manifest a whole new type of life for yourself and regain control from the chaos.

 

My chaos started way before I was born, in a small town in the Carolinas. At least, that's as far back as I've heard about it. It seems to me that bad tempers and toxic relationships have a way of trickling down through the generations if no one makes a concerted effort to put an end to those behaviors. My grandparents' story is a shining example of the type of discord that became "normal" in our family over time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tiffany Griffin
• Release date: Jul 9, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201262648

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CONTENTS

INHERITED CHAOS 9

PORT CITY TO MOUNTAIN HOLLER 21

EARLY ATTEMPT AT DOMESTIC

BLISS 29

JUST WANTING TO FEEL 37

PICKING UP THE PIECES 49

RISING FROM THE ASHES 57

This book is dedicated to Ermine Marshall

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INHERITED CHAOS

ike everyone else who walks this earth, I have a unique story to tell. Parts of it might be relatable to you, parts of it might offend you. There may be times

when you feel inspired by my strength and resilience, and other moments where you’ll think, Oh my god,  what  the  fuck was her problem?!? The thing is, as crazy as some of these chapters are, there is nothing new in the universe. My story may be unique to me, full of just the right moments in time pulled together by my specific cast of characters, but in the end, it’s all about balance and equilibrium. The further down we let ourselves be pulled, the more the universe pulls back to get us where we need to be. That voice you hear in your lowest moments that tells you everything is wrong? It’s not beating you up and saying you’re wrong—there are no mistakes in the universe!—it’s just trying to wake you  the fuck up so you can start that messy process of rising through the ashes and restoring balance.

This book is to help guide you towards finding your

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balance and your full potential for happiness. But first, I want to tell you about my own journey. It hasn’t been a pleasant one, and honestly, it’s still hard for me to think about certain parts of it. But I want you to know that whatever shit has been thrown at you, and whatever graves you have dug for yourself, you can rise to the surface. More than that,  you have the power to manifest a whole new type of life for yourself and regain control from the chaos.

My chaos started way before I was born, in a small town in the Carolinas. At least, that’s as far back as I’ve heard about it. It seems to me that bad tempers and toxic relationships have a way of trickling down through the generations if  no one makes a concerted effort to put an end to those behaviors. My grandparents’ story is a shining example of the type of discord that became normal in our family over time.

My mother’s parents were married for over fifty years, which is crazy considering how they started out. They got married after knowing each other for eleven days! Grandma had been working as a picker in the cotton fields of North Carolina. One Halloween, she met my grandfather. He had just joined the Army, and my grandma saw that as her ticket off that backwoods farm—on November 11th, they were married.

They didn’t waste too much time in the honeymoon stage of their marriage and dove right into some pretty toxic behaviors. Actually, toxic is a bit of an understatement. My

grandpa was a bootlegger,  and a boxer in the Army.  He put  my grandma and their  children  through  Hell—he’d  shoot  off live rounds in the house, occasionally playing Russian Roulette with the gun against my grandma’s head. Everyone was scared of him, and his outbursts certainly pushed my grandma to her limit. One night when they were still pretty young, my grandpa went out to the bar with his brother. My grandma didn’t like that, and when she  showed  up  at  the bar,  they went out to the parking lot to argue. Pretty soon,  she calmly walked back inside, pulled