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From Damaged To Savage: A Mini Memoir
From Damaged To Savage: A Mini Memoir
From Damaged To Savage: A Mini Memoir
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From Damaged To Savage: A Mini Memoir

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Best described as a memoir. Personal and real life experiences through the eyes of the author. How to fight through different types of relationship issues/battles. How to overcome depression and accomplish life goals.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateDec 10, 2021
ISBN9781794805378
From Damaged To Savage: A Mini Memoir

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    From Damaged To Savage - Brooke Myers

    FROM DAMAGED

    TO SAVAGE

    By: Brooke Queen B Myers

    Copyright Year: 2019

    Copyright Notice by:  Queen B Royalties LLC & Brooke Queen B Myers

    Copyright Holder: Queen B Royalties LLC & Brooke Queen B Myers

    Title: From Damaged to Savage

    Published by: Queen B Royalties LLC & Brooke Queen B Myers

    The above information forms this copyright notice: © 2019 by Queen B Royalties LLC & Brooke Queen B Myers. All rights reserved.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical, manual, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission/consent of the publishers and copyright holders. The moral rights of the author have been asserted.

    ISBN: 978-1-716-56590-8

    Table of Contents

    Intro      1

    Erstwhile      8

    Extant      104

    Ensuing      171

    Positive Affirmations      188

    INTRO

    I began writing this at the age of 29. My 29th year was a year of freedom, growth, self-empowerment, knowledge, exploring, traveling, embracing my inner sexual self, breaking rules, going against grains, being unapologetic, raw, open to new things, different things and positive energy. Closed hearted to deep emotions; I was very nonchalant to things that would not bring me peace and/or things that did the opposite of truly making me happy. I did a lot of learning and also made some mistakes, but all while still wearing the crown that I speak so highly of.

    I gave no apologies that weren’t meant, no exceptions were made that weren’t felt, the feelings of others were on the back burner; compared to the moments I wanted to indulge in instead. I think I lead on and slightly broke hearts along the way of my own journey. Not purposely, but purposely for me there was a point to prove. When you lose yourself to something as devastating as mental depression, your found self is a BEAST. Do you know what I just fought for, fought through and overcame? This didn’t happen in one season; this was built up. Years and years of sadness and disappointments from different outlets. You fight for as long as you can, but you can become vulnerable and you can certainly become weak. You have no idea the amount of emotional pain I’ve endured in 29 years. This is a mini memoir of specific life experiences that took me From Damaged to Savage…

    Queen B

    For starters, I’d like to give a short recap. This is only a recap of the last decade, so much more happened before then as you’ll read to find out (and I’m sure will happened afterwards as well). This recap is just to highlight some of the highs and lows of the last 10 years because the last 10 years wore on me more than anything. I explain the important factors of what made me who I am throughout some of my life more in depth as you read along.

    DECADE RECAP

    2010 – I lost my son

    2011 – I left my sons father, but found new love quickly

    2012 – I lost my brother to the system

    2013 – Pregnant with my daughter and my apartment was broken into

    2014 – I gave birth to my daughter

    2015 – Is really when my depression began but minorly

    2016 – I rented my first house and found some peace

    2017 – I lost my favorite cousin, BT

    2018 – I graduated college while mentally depressed and started a new career

    2019 – I accomplished major goals off my check list, found love and friendship in someone new, lost contact with a sibling and even got stalked a little bit

    Disclaimer: As my readers, you all will paint your own pictures and create your own assumptions from what you read here. With that said, people make mistakes and we all grow from them. I don’t write my story to discredit, disrespect or misrepresent anyone’s character. I write my story as I lived it in my own body, my own truth, and as my own perception. Take what you read as you read it and do not twist or implicate anything that I did not say, verbatim. Thank You!

    ERSTWHILE

    Damaged: suffering from a detrimental effect.

    Our parents are there (at least they should be) from the beginning of our lives until the end of theirs. Well, in an ideal world, that’s how it should go. But we all know that we have different varieties of parents, upbringings and lifestyles. We tell stories, compare them, and empathize or wish we could have traded places as children. Then we grow up and... Who gives a fuck? We’re all grown now, we made it through and we either made better decisions as adults and parents than our parents did, or we fell victim to their same antics. Any who, my daddy was the first man that I ever loved. He was also the first man to have ever handed me a broken heart. I know it sounds sad, and it is, well it was but let me explain…

    Every day, every week, every year that goes by… I have a thought about you Pops, one hell of a guy. Growing up I thought the world of you. Just a little girl who thought superman had nothing on you. Do you remember that Daddy Daughter Dance, all the practicing, all the rehearsals, when I had dance class? The day of the recital came, I was getting dressed, calling your name. I found you out back with your boys… smoking cigarettes, tossing beers back. I knew you weren’t coming, but I had to ask to be sure. Holding my hands, you said not today baby, but the next

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