"Releasing Me" Unveiled Past

By Kimberly Y Griffin and Warren A Griffin

Introducing Releasing Me: A Memoir" by Kimberly Y. Frederick-Griffin. In this powerful narrative, Kimberly shares the deeply personal story of her tumultuous childhood, marked by trauma and emotional turmoil that shaped her relationships and hindered her pursuit of happiness. Through candid reflections, s

• Language: English
• Publisher: Memoir of Kimberly Y. Griffin
• Release date: Mar 6, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869280343

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Kimberly Yvette Griffin

Releasing Me

Unveiled Past: Escaping Childhood Trauma

Author – Kimberly Y. Griffin

Co-Author – Warren A. Griffin

Copyright © 2024

All Rights Reserved

Dedication

This is dedicated to the young women who fear releasing the grip on their tumultuous past, which has inflicted an overwhelming amount of trauma. Remember, being judged by the obstacles that may have obstructed your path toward a new future is merely a stepping stone to your fresh beginnings. Embrace and love yourself through each challenge, as overcoming difficulties will keep you aligned to reach greater and broader horizons, aiding in the transformation into a new and empowered version of yourself. Let go, embrace change, and embark on the journey of releasing your fears. START NOW, Begin Loving You, Enjoy Releasing Me!

Respectfully submitted,

Kimberly Y. Griffin

Acknowledgment

I extend my deepest gratitude to my Lord and Savior for guiding me through the fears that accompanied this assignment. Your unwavering presence during my transition to a new life fills me with eternal adoration and reverence.

I am profoundly thankful for the unwavering support of My Husband. Your heart, boundless generosity, and enduring love have been a cornerstone. Our unbreakable bond means everything to me, Mr. Griffin, and I love you immensely.

To my son, brothers, granddaughter, grandson, and sister-in-law, your attentive ears and uplifting cheers have propelled me forward. Your constant support means the world to me. My appreciation extends to my family, friends, and supporters, both near and far.

Your commitment to listening and following my journey as I complete these assignments is a benediction. May the Lord bestow upon you peace and abundant blessings.

To my three angels in heaven, Daddy, Mommy, and My Beautiful Sons, Joey and Chris, I've found the strength to release the pain and resentment that burdened my life by embracing my truth. Thank you for walking with me and instilling the faith that lifted me. 'Releasing Me' became possible through your guiding spirits.

Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgment

Recognition

Chapter One The Seventies

Chapter Two The Eighties

Chapter Three Harlem

Chapter Five Falling In Love

Chapter Five Becoming a Mom

Chapter Six The Nineties

Chapter Seven Relocating

Chapter Eight The Year 2000

Chapter Nine The Passings

Chapter Ten 50 Years Old

Chapter Eleven Joey

Chapter Twelve Chris

About The Author

Recognition

My story delves into the traumas I navigated during my childhood, marked by profound emotions that chipped away at my self-worth. These challenges deeply influenced my relationships, fostering a cycle of destructive patterns and inhibiting my ability to seek personal growth. Throughout adulthood, my emotions were cloaked, hindering my capacity to articulate my aspirations and sustain genuine happiness. The enduring pain of feeling unaccepted continues to shape my journey.

For too long, I hesitated to share my story, to lay bare the battles I fought and the pain I carried when life's trials knocked me down, leaving me isolated. Over time, I concealed my struggles, believing I would never find acceptance or understanding. But with each passing moment, God granted me the strength to share my testimony and change lives, helping others comprehend the profound impact of trauma on one's life. No longer imprisoned by fear, I now walk with confidence, living my journey with love and spirituality, one step at a time. We learn to mend each situation, breaking free from old habits. Sometimes, it's all about God's timing, and sometimes, we're left feeling helpless and uncertain. We can find freedom and healing by releasing ourselves from the past.

This is the Memoir of Kimberly Y. Frederick-Griffin.

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Chapter One

The Seventies

Brooklyn, New York, is my birthplace. I was delivered into this world at St. Mary’s Hospital on November 29th, 1968. My parents were the late Oscar Marion and Rose Lee Frederick. Darryl Oscar is my older brother, and Michael Antione is my younger brother. We initially lived in Bedford Stuyvesant, Brooklyn but relocated to the Bronx, NY, in 1971.

Our new home was in the Throggs Neck projects, and we resided on Schley Avenue. Life was comfortable, and our family engaged in enjoyable activities together, such as fishing trips, holiday parties, visits to amusement parks, and drive-in movies. Both my parents were raised in the South - my dad from Orangeburg and my mom from Charleston, SC. They often spoke about how their Southern upbringing influenced their early years. Dad, Oscar, initially served in the Army but later transitioned to the reserves, specializing in driving trucks and mechanics. Meanwhile, my mom, Rosa, did hair for extra income and worked as a teacher's assistant at a local daycare. My siblings and I attended the same public school, PS.72, which was located three miles away from our residence in the projects.

Although I had many friends in our neighborhood, I was reluctant to reveal my condition, mainly due to my poor reading ability caused by my stuttering. My relationship with the other children on my block was excellent, but they always referred to me as the quiet girl. I distinctly recall them repeatedly asking me, Why are you so quiet? I suspect they considered me not very talkative and maybe even unintelligent because I rarely spoke. Instead, I often engaged in spontaneous games with the girls in our neighborhood, such as hopscotch, double dutch, manhunt, and softball. At a young age, I longed for a sister, someone with whom I could share my thoughts and who would understand my feelings.

Unfortunately, my mother explained that having another child was not financially feasible, so I came to terms with being the only girl. During that period, having privacy in my life was a luxury I did not have. I shared a room with my brothers in our tiny New York apartment, which consisted of two bedrooms and one shared bathroom. Despite the limited space, our parents taught us to maintain a systematic routine. This included deciding who would bathe first and assigning specific chores to each of us.

As a family, we yearned to move to a different building, but my mother was apprehensive about others prying into her personal affairs and uncovering the disorderly situations occurring behind the walls of our small apartment. The arguments and fights could be particularly intense, especially when alcohol was involved. I have vivid memories of attending a daycare on Randall Avenue at the age of five. My mother would drop me off there. This place held a special charm for me because my two favorite teachers always provided me with the comfort and attention I needed.

My mother would often remind me to be a big girl and not cry, as she believed it was essential for me to grow up into a confident young lady. Despite her encouragement, I remained timid and fearful of various aspects of life. I cherished balloons; they delighted me so much that receiving one felt like a real celebration. My parents ingrained in my siblings and me the value of staying together and looking out for one another. My younger brother and I were exceptionally close, to the extent that people often mistook us for twins. Mommy used to make our clothes, dressing us alike, which she later explained made it easier to spot us when we ventured to amusement parks among large crowds. While life was joyous growing up, there always seemed to be a lurking tragedy.

We were naturally curious children, often finding ourselves doing things that we probably shouldn't have, although that's typical for most children. My tomboyish nature fueled a desire to engage in daring activities, and my brothers were my best companions. We shared countless adventures, sometimes crossing the boundaries of what society deemed appropriate for girls, but I challenged those norms anyway.

One of the most memorable but tragic experiences took place at the age of five. My mother would drop me off there. This place held a special charm for me because my two favorite teachers always provided me with the comfort and attention I needed.

My mother would often remind me to be a big girl and not cry, as she believed it was essential for me to grow up into a confident young lady. Despite her encouragement, I remained timid and fearful of various aspects of life. I cherished balloons; they delighted me so much that receiving one felt like a real celebration. My parents ingrained in my siblings and me the value of staying together and looking out for one another. My younger brother and I were exceptionally close, to the extent that people often mistook us for twins. Mommy used to make our clothes, dressing us alike, which she later explained made it easier to spot us when we ventured to amusement parks among large crowds. While life was joyous growing up, there always seemed to be a lurking tragedy.

We were naturally curious children, often finding ourselves doing things that