🍨 THE UNTOLD CHAPTER delves into marriage struggles and healing — a journey many couples face but rarely discuss openly.
Welcome, my beautiful reader. Step into The Untold Truth Chapter where the stories are real, the lessons are loud, and the drama? Wow. Grab your glass, sit on down, and let’s talk… because this chapter right here? Baby, you’re gonna need more wine. 🍷
This Morning’s Truth
Some mornings don’t glide in soft.
They stumble in, heavy-eyed and uninvited.
Today is one of those
where love feels loud,
bodies feel tired,
and my soul just wants a quiet corner to breathe.
This is that chapter.
A Sunday That Left Me Thinking
Yesterday, we went to church
me, my kids, my husband.
The service was beautiful,
praise was high,
and the Spirit felt like sunlight on tired bones.
But even in God’s house,
real life doesn’t hit pause.
My husband’s legs were hurting again.
He reached for his cane,
and in that moment I could feel eyes on us
eyes that don’t know our story,
don’t know his pain,
don’t know my private prayers.
Something in me whispered,
“They probably think I’m not doing my job as a wife.”
As if love alone can fix nerves, arteries, and habits.
He loves candy, sugar, all the sweet things.
Vegetables? Not so much.
Me? I’ve been fighting for my health for years.
Lupus put me in a corner,
and I chose to fight my way out with discipline.
Now I’m vegan,
careful with what I put in my body,
trying to stay here for my kids,
trying to stay here for myself.
But I can’t drag a grown man into my healing routine.
I can’t force his plate to look like mine.
And that’s a quiet kind of hurt people don’t see.
Marriage in the Quiet Places No One Talks About
Let’s talk about the part of marriage
that doesn’t make it to social media.
It’s been about two months since we’ve been intimate.
Not because the love is gone,
but because his body has been loud with pain
legs, back, nerves, everything.
He kisses me.
hugs me.
He tells me he wants me.
But then he says,
“I’m scared my back will give out,”
and desire turns into disappointment.
At first, I missed him.
Then I craved him.
Now the longer I go without it,
the less I even want it.
This morning at 6am,
before my spirit could fully wake up,
he complained about lights being on in the house.
No “good morning.”
No “how you feeling, babe?”
Just light bills and switches.
And I get it
we want the kids to be responsible,
we want the house in order
but can I wake up first?
Can my soul clock in
before my body gets a complaint?
Some days it feels like
if it’s not one thing, it’s another.
And as a wife, woman, and mother,
that weight gets heavy.
Where I Put My Energy Now
Instead of letting bitterness build a home in my chest,
I pour my energy into the things that grow me.
I focus on my schoolwork on my purpose.
I focus on the future version of me
that I promised my younger self I’d become.
I’ve completed 13 Sophia courses — 39 credits.
I’m halfway through my degree,
and I’m proud of that.
I’m learning chess and checkers again,
training my mind to think ahead.
I’ve applied for teaching positions,
and I’ve got a workshop interview on January 13th.
Counseling will be my first career,
teaching my second —
because I’m allowed to be more than one thing.
I’m writing my books. Shaping my poems. organizing my blog.
I’m building the life I prayed for in silence.
Peace is the place I’m guarding now.
Chaos can knock,
but it doesn’t get a key.
My Body, My Choice, My Plate
Thanksgiving was my last day eating meat.
I decided to give my body a break,
to listen to what my spirit has been saying for years.
When I was a kid,
I stopped eating meat from age eight to fifteen,
even when my mama’s whole menu was meat.
Plates would sit in front of me for hours,
but I refused to betray what my body was telling me.
Now I’m back in that same kind of obedience
not to trends,
but to my own wellness.
This time, I’m grown.
This time, I don’t have to argue with anybody
about what I choose to eat
or how I choose to live.
So Here I Am Today…
Just waking up.
Still a little tired.
Still a little overwhelmed.
But still here.
I’m a wife with questions.
A mother with responsibilities.
A woman with dreams.
A student with deadlines.
A soul that just wants peace.
And yet, even in the mess,
I feel God holding me together.
If today feels heavy for you too,
I want you to hear this:
You’re allowed to feel frustrated
and still move forward allowed to be overwhelmed
and still choose yourself.
You’re allowed to love people deeply
and still protect your peace.
This is my morning truth.
My tangled honesty.
My untold chapter for today.
✨ Motivation of the Day
You don’t have to be the “strong one” all the time.
You’re allowed to feel, to pause, to breathe.
Strength isn’t just pushing through
sometimes it’s sitting still and saying,
“I choose me today.”
Keep showing up for your healing,
even when the people around you don’t understand your journey.
Your consistency with yourself
will build the future your younger self deserved.
✨ Bible Verse
“Let us not become weary in doing good,
for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.”
— Galatians 6:9 (NIV)
💭 What I Learned
I learned that I can love my husband and still feel exhausted.
I learned that I’m allowed to choose my health, my peace, and my growth
without carrying guilt for choices other people won’t make.
And I learned that God meets me right in the middle of my frustration,
reminding me that my consistency with me is also an act of faith.
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🌷 Before You Go…
Before you go…
Thank you for sitting with my truth for a moment.
We’re all human and that’s okay.
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See you in the next chapter, beautiful souls.
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