Book II
For my little Bunni.
Authors Note
This journey has been an exploration of self. Its been two years since Ive started writing again and a little over a year since Ive shared my words publicly. Personally, I have witnessed growth from the inside out and it has been humbling. I found my language and love in the same place, which I never thought was possible. When writing, I often ask myself, Are you being honest? If I cant answer yes I put my pen down. Ive found that as a young writer, who has a story to tell, its imperative that I am telling my truth in its rawest form. If I am not, that takes away from the art, from the love and from the language. I do not want to sell my writing short by being fearful of my truth. In these pages you will find pieces of me scattered. Unlike my previous book, Words from a Wanderer, this collection of work will give you an in depth look at my darkness and the discovery of my light. My hope is that Love in my Language will be received with open hearts and minds. Welcome to my story.
With Love,
Alex Elle
Open
I am still coming to terms with my past and the truth is I know hurt like the back of my hand. The same hurt that left emotional welts on my spirit came with healing. No matter how broken we may seem to be, we are never too shattered to put our peace back together.
I will never forget the day that my daughters father blatantly told me I would never have any more kids with you. You and your family have funny genes. As I write this, years later, my heart still manages to sink to my feet. That alone was the most hurtful thing I had heard and Ive heard some things. I think my daughter was five months or so when the reality of my situation kicked in. I wanted a family, foolishly with someone who didnt love me, I wanted more children with someone who didnt see beauty when they looked at me. My self-esteem was already nonexistent and at that point my worth was shot and damned to hell.
I had to start asking myself some serious questions. There was a reason why I was so comfortable with staying in dysfunction. In reality I was the only person who could really figure out why. Even my therapist, who helped me a lot, could not give me the ultimate answers. I avoided having my self talk for a long time but the realization that my truth could not be avoided became louder each day. Why at age 18 did I sign up to parent a child with someone who was just as lost as I was? How could we raise a child with one another when we were strangers to each others real world?
Why was my worth buried within another human being so deeply? If I knew then what I know now many things would be different. But on my journey to self realization and preservation, Ive learned this:
Know better. Do better. Love better.
No one, not a baby or a man, could give me the light of self worthiness. Overtime that lesson became loud and clear, and I will always keep that with me.
When I look back on things now it was clear that we were both so young and different spaces. I was stuck between wanting to stay and wanting to change. He was seemingly just stuck but other peoples battles are not ours to take on. We would force talks about marriage and love when both of us knew that was not what we truly desired. However the truth always comes to light with time.
I recall him saying that he would never marry me in this lifetime. We were so different and still are. Our views were not the same and we were in no way equally yoked. Day by day I realized that I was not only not good enough for him but also not for myself. I constantly felt inferior and ashamed for being who I was. Our differences were transparent in many ways but I intentionally avoided to see things for what they were.
He made it a point to stress he hoped that our baby had pretty hair while I was hoping that she had a good heart. We were opposites; oil and water in a way.
The relationship was so unhealthy, and looking back on it now, I can see things extremely clear. The hurtful and emotionally abusive moments are still so vivid. I hated him and he hated me. There was no love, not the real kind. At the time I wish we knew how to love in a way that didnt hurt. Through it all my daughter has been my lifes biggest blessing but under all of the beauty I now live in, I had a lot of healing to do.
I have been ripped open.
I know what its like to be unwanted.
I am familiar with the un-pretty feelings we are sometimes greeted with in the mirror.
I was seeking and longing for something nonexistent from someone I didnt really know. Being lost was an understatementI had literally died or so I thought. After my daughter was born life got dark for me. I spent days in my room with the windows blocked off. My depression had gotten a hold of me; I wasnt eating and my body showed the world that it was starving. I was cutting again while trying to produce enough breast milk to feed my baby. I was at a turning point and would soon be tested by God. Hed see me succeed even when I wanted to succumb to being broken. I remember sitting on my bed thinking of ways to hang myself from my door when my mom walked in with my baby. We sat and we cried. My momma told me that my storm was passing and to please hold on. I was so tired of being misguided by my insecurities.
Things got better but it took a long time and a lot of effort on my part. The biggest lesson I have learned in my life is that we are never alone in our struggle. The rain will stop and your rainbow will shine bright.
You will be victorious.
You are triumphant.
Find love in yourself.
Selfish
Sometimes I dont want to share.
Sometimes I just dont have the energy in me to give.
I want to be selfish and
wrap
up
in myself
with no explanation as to why.
Roots
I wont forget where I love from.
Rhythm
When you reach for me, reach with love. I vow to return your extension with open arms and a dancing heart.
Here
I never thought Id be one for long distance love. I tried it and failed at it before so I laid it to rest. My past interest wasnt here and when I say here I dont mean physically.
I dont want you if youre not present in my life; if youre not here with me I will ask you to leave. I stand tall today in love with a man that is three-thousand miles away. I can feel him here despite the distance. He is present and active in my life. He is a part of my everyday all the way from
across the country.
I believe in love because of people like him; people who are present, aware and interested in loving me how I love them. Its such a beautiful feeling. Its a real feeling that is unmatched. I met him at a good time, in a good place. We complement one another and even though hes not physically here, he is here and thats what most important.
Indian Giver
Is it selfish to ask for time back that
I was granted to build
such a beautiful memory?
Mindful
I think we all forget about ourselves at times.
I have to learn to remember me.
Native Tongue
Our language is special.
Every time we open our mouths love spills out in abundance.
Flexibility
We are all a work in progress. No one really knows everything that their friends and family have been through, gone through or are going through at this present moment. A lot of us have different defense mechanisms in attempts to protect our hearts and feelings. However, many times those defense moves can sabotage relationships. For me, I have trust issues that stem from a lot of different things.
My way of coping is to remove people from my space. I am protective of my sanity and feelings, but I also try to avoid conflict that can cause hatred and distaste. Taking a step back has kept me calm, cool and collected for the most part. Although shifting space is good for my sake, I rarely take into consideration how my abrupt distance could make someone else feel, despite the closeness of our relationship. Over the past few months I have been doing a lot of reflecting. I was told by a very close friend of mine that, You have to learn to be flexible or you will break. Its not all or nothing every single time. She was right.
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