mishandled.: From Brokenness To Healing.

By Treshawna Dehaney

How much longer?

Because I can officially admit.. That I'm tired now.

I'm tired of staying silent.
Tired of excusing the violence.

Tired of remaining stagnant.
Tired of picking up the very fragments
Of me

That people don't even take the chance
To notice

To see
The very shards of glass in my knees
As I kneel, weak and bleed

Out
For help

So how much longer do I take
And tolerate the bare minimum?

How much longer do I remain in this position of being
broken & bleeding?

Twenty more years?

To remain unseen?
Unheard?
Unnoticed?
Unhealed?

Twenty more years

Of being mistreated? Misunderstood ?
Of being mishandled?

I don't think so.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tablo Publishing
• Release date: Apr 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9781685833572

Book preview

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the brokenness. 

one.

sometimes the only way to truly heal

is to be alone

sometimes the only way to grow

is to water the seed with your tears

sometimes the only way to feel accepted

is to find yourself

As you enter and read this section

Whether you're alone or in a crowd

Whether you're upstairs or downstairs

I hope above all that you give yourself permission

It's time to acknowledge.

Don't suppress.

Don't run.

Don't hide.

Don't interrupt.

Don't belittle.

Any emotions that come to the surface.

They are valid.

You have ignored them long enough.

While you might not understand them

Or know how to process them

Or want to feel them

They are there for a reason.

So whatever you feel

I want you to write it down.

It could be one word.

It could be a paragraph.

It could be a letter.

It could be word vomit.

But I want you to write it down.

Welcome it.

Write it.

Draw it.

Express it.

Feel it.

Because while this is my book & story

It's just as much if not more - yours.

traumatized. 

If you don't know me

My name is Treshawna Dehaney

And this is my story

Not how I've overcame alone

But through him who gets the glory

The good, the bad, the in between

Every detail in each category

I may be only 19 years old

With not as much experience as you think

But within this book you’ll read the untold

What made me float, and caused me to sink

Each detail will unfold

Just what made me who I am today

Those who've came and gone

And those who simply ran away

About the Haters, lovers, family and friends

The doubters, the uplifters and those who pretend

This is my story.

In it's entirety.

Some of you may be reading this

Just to hear the piping hot tea

Or read in that case

Just to see.. what really makes me, me

But this story is not just about myself

This book will also be a reflection of your mental health

How you view yourself and how you view others

Looking for more than what lies within you

Beneath the covers

To think you know someone

Muchless yourself is a great assumption

But when you really have to sit with yourself

You realize it's nothing but presumption

I acknowledge it takes strength

To keep pushing through everyday

So many different challenges you experience

That simply overplay

Convincing yourself that you're okay

Because the emotions aren’t for display

And we manage them enough

For them to stay below the surface

Far enough away

We all have a family, that loves us, don’t we all

But everyone has those secrets

The ones that stay still and small

The ones that are hidden in the dark

Long enough but they still tend to leave a mark

Only it's on the inside, as x marks the spot

The map leading right to the heart

But that’s not even the point

Because this book is about discovery

Us acknowledging our pain

Accomplishments that we’ve obtained

Our bruises, the ones we've had to hide

Silent times that we could’ve died

But we put that aside

To reach to where we are today

This.

Is now our story.

Traumatized.

But WE are an Overcomer.

Like a wall you paint over

Because your tired of that colour

Saying you're okay

But deep down your trying to cover

That you indeed do suffer

We’ve forgiven, but not forgotten

Because our soul is worth more

Than for us to feel it rotten

With bitterness and anger at the core

This. Is Our story.

Traumatized.

But not defined by our past.

what if.

What if I told you, you create the world around you?

What if I told you who you are now,

Is because of the past you’ve been through?

If I showed you my true colours,

Would u know what to do?

If I brought you down memory lane,

Would you judge me or enjoy the view?

What if I opened up about my fears, struggles and scars?

Would you draw closer to me or

Would it force you to love me from a far?

If I told you I have issues I still need to deal with..

Would you believe me or brush it off and say it’s a myth?

If I told you that I trusted you to take my heart

But only with some conditions

Would you hold it carefully or

Conform it with your own impositions?

What if I don’t let you in

With all of my boundaries and baggage?

Would you take the time to sort through it or would you Say I’m too dirty, defiled and damaged?

What if