Category: Writing

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Unveiling Minor Inkrements: Your Journey to Healing and Self-Discovery

Posted on by T.L. Minor


I’ve got some exciting news to share, and it’s something that’s been brewing in my heart and soul for quite some time. I’m thrilled to announce the launch of my very own stationery business, “Minor Inkrements,” in the spring of 2024. This endeavor isn’t just about creating beautiful stationery; it’s a mission that’s deeply personal and rooted in a life-changing experience.

A Journey Through Darkness

This year has been a profound one for me, marked by an experience that shook me to my core. I faced a trauma that I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, and it plunged me into a seemingly endless darkness. Depression wrapped its heavy chains around me, and every day felt like an uphill battle. It was a time when the shadows of despair loomed large, and I struggled to find even a glimmer of hope.

But as they say, it’s often in our darkest moments that we discover our greatest strengths. In the midst of this despair, I stumbled upon something that would eventually become the foundation of Minor Inkrements – a simple journal. I found it in a discount store, unassuming yet strangely compelling. Its cover had a very encouraging message, and the artwork caught my eye in a way that nothing else had.

The Power of the Written Word

I began to use that journal as a safe haven for my thoughts, dreams, and the whirlwind of emotions that I found too overwhelming to express any other way. It became my anchor, a steady presence in the turbulent sea of my life. When the waves of depression threatened to pull me under, I would turn to those blank pages. Writing became my refuge, a means to release the tempest within and gain a newfound clarity about my feelings.

This practice, coupled with therapy, became my lifeline in the journey to confront my depression and process my trauma. Through writing, I started to heal, and I found the strength to move forward. It was a transformation that I couldn’t keep to myself. And so, the idea for Minor Inkrements was born.

Introducing Minor Inkrements

The name “Minor Inkrements” carries a deep significance for me. “Minor” was my grandmother’s maiden name, a nod to my roots and the strength I draw from my family. “Inkrements” is a play on the word ‘increments,’ symbolizing the significant, yet gradual, progress that can be made through the act of writing and journaling. It signifies the belief that monumental changes can begin with small steps – or, in my case, with small words scribbled on a page.

Our Mission

With Minor Inkrements, I aim to offer more than just journals and stationery. My goal is to provide tools for healing, self-expression, and personal growth. I want this to be seen as a beacon of hope for anyone who’s going through a challenging time, just as I did. If even one person finds the same comfort, escape, and healing in our products that I did in that simple journal, then I will consider our mission a resounding success.

What to Expect from Minor Inkrements

The product line will include a range of beautifully designed journals, planners, and stationery items that are not only aesthetically pleasing but also carefully crafted to encourage self-expression and personal growth. I believe that the act of writing can be transformative, and I want to empower people to embark on their own journey of healing and self-discovery.

Stay Tuned for Spring 2024

I can’t wait to share more details about the product offerings, as well as some sneak peeks, in the coming months as we approach our launch date in the spring of 2024. This is just the beginning of our journey together, and I’m excited to have you with me every step of the way.

In the meantime, if you’re interested in following this journey and staying updated on the progress, please subscribe for more details. You’ll be the first to know about product launches, special promotions, and the latest news from Minor Inkrements. My website will also be undergoing a major makeover in the coming weeks.

Thank you for being a part of this exciting new chapter in my life and for joining me on this mission to inspire healing, self-expression, and personal growth through the power of the written word. Together, we can turn the darkest of moments into opportunities for growth and transformation.

Posted in Blog, Friendship, Journaling, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections, Writing, Writing Prompts

“Closing Chapters, Opening Doors: A Journal for Exploring the End of Friendships”

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Friendships are like chapters in the book of our lives, each one contributing to our personal growth and experiences. But what happens when one of those chapters comes to an end? How do we cope with the complex emotions and thoughts that arise when a cherished friendship fades away? It’s a process that many of us have faced, and it can be challenging to navigate. That’s why I’m excited to announce the upcoming release of a guided journal, “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors,” designed to help you reflect on all aspects of a friendship, from beginning to end. This journal will be available on Amazon starting October 1st, 2023.

Why “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors”?

Friendship breakups, while often overlooked, can be just as emotionally challenging as the end of a romantic relationship. These closures leave behind a tapestry of shared memories and emotions that require processing. “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors” is designed to be your companion in this journey of reflection, healing, and personal growth.

What You’ll Find Inside

This guided journal is a carefully crafted tool that provides you with prompts, exercises, and space to explore all aspects of your friendship, from its inception to its end. Here’s a glimpse of what you can expect:

**1. *Reflecting on Beginnings:* This section invites you to revisit the early days of your friendship, from the first meeting to the moments that made you feel connected.

**2. *Understanding the Shifts:* Here, you’ll delve into the changes and shifts that occurred in your friendship over time, identifying key turning points.

**3. *Processing the Ending:* This part helps you navigate the emotions that arise when a friendship comes to a close, from grief and anger to acceptance and forgiveness.

**4. *Learning and Growth:* Use these prompts to reflect on the lessons you’ve gained from the friendship and how you’ve evolved as a person.

**5. *Opening New Doors:* Finally, you’ll explore your hopes and intentions for the future, envisioning the friendships you want to cultivate moving forward.

How “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors” Can Help

  1. Clarity: Writing down your thoughts and feelings can bring clarity to a complex situation, helping you make sense of your emotions and experiences.
  2. Emotional Release: Journaling provides a safe space to express your feelings, allowing you to release pent-up emotions and reduce stress.
  3. Self-Discovery: Through reflection, you can gain a deeper understanding of yourself, your needs, and your boundaries in friendships.
  4. Closure: Writing a farewell letter or message to your former friend, even if you don’t send it, can provide a sense of closure and peace.
  5. Goal Setting: By envisioning your future friendships, you can set intentions and goals for the kind of connections you want to nurture.

The end of a friendship can be a challenging and transformative experience. “Closing Chapters, Opening Doors” is here to support you on this journey, offering guidance, reflection, and a safe space to explore your emotions. Remember that healing is a personal process, and this guided journal is a tool to help you along the way. Embrace the opportunity to reflect, heal, and open new doors to the future.

Posted in Creative Writing, Love, Relationships, Writing, Writing Prompts

Inkrement #33: Moonlit Dance of Hearts [Short Story]

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Writing Prompt: Write a dialogue between two characters—one with high self-worth and the other with low self-worth—discussing their perspectives on love and relationships. Explore how their differing views affect their interactions.
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The dimly lit jazz club was a haven for souls seeking solace amidst the cacophony of life. The smoke-filled air wrapped around the patrons like a warm embrace, and the smooth melody of the saxophone drifted through the room, creating an ambiance of both passion and melancholy.

At a corner table, sat two individuals seemingly lost in their own worlds. Veronica, a striking woman with a commanding presence, exuded an air of self-assurance that captivated those around her. Across from her sat Max, a gentle soul with soft eyes and a perpetually hunched posture, as if trying to hide from the world.

Veronica swirled the ice in her glass, her crimson lips forming a knowing smile as she observed Max. She could sense the weight he carried, a burden of self-doubt that held him captive.

“Max, tell me, what do you think about love and relationships?” Veronica asked, her voice low and alluring, like a siren calling sailors to their doom.

Max hesitated for a moment, his fingers tracing the rim of his own glass, before finally speaking. “Well, love seems like a beautiful dream, but it’s not meant for someone like me. I’m just not worthy of it.”

Veronica leaned forward, her eyes piercing into his soul. “And why do you believe that?”

He shrugged, avoiding her intense gaze. “I’m nothing special, just a regular guy with too many flaws. Who would want to love someone like that?”

Veronica’s laughter seemed to linger in the air, filling the space around them like a warm breeze on a summer night. Her eyes held a twinkle of mischief as she continued to unravel the complexities of love to Max.

“Love isn’t a matter of being whole or perfect, Max,” she said, her voice a soft melody that matched the jazz music playing in the background. “We’re all a bit broken, carrying scars from our past, but that’s what makes us beautifully human.”

Max’s puzzled expression softened, his eyes meeting Veronica’s with a mix of vulnerability and curiosity. “But isn’t love supposed to fix us, to mend our broken pieces?” he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

Veronica’s fingers traced gentle patterns on the back of Max’s hand, her touch soothing like the caress of a warm summer rain. “Love doesn’t come with a mission to mend us,” she explained. “It’s not a repair shop for our souls. Love, true love, accepts us with all our flaws and imperfections. It embraces our brokenness, intertwines with it, and creates something beautiful in its wake.”

Their eyes met, and Max felt an unfamiliar warmth stirring within him. Veronica’s presence was magnetic, drawing him out of the shadows he had lived in for so long.

“I’ve never met anyone like you, Veronica,” he confessed, his voice tinged with wonder.

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And you never will. But I’m not here to save you, Max. I’m here to show you that you already possess the strength to save yourself.”

Their conversation drifted to other topics, but the words lingered in Max’s mind. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Veronica saw something in him that he had never seen in himself.

As weeks turned into months, Veronica and Max became inseparable, their connection growing stronger with each passing day. Despite her self-assured demeanor, Veronica found herself opening up to Max, revealing a vulnerability she had guarded for years.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the city as Veronica and Max walked hand in hand through the deserted streets. Laughter and the faint melodies of jazz floated on the breeze, remnants of the enchanting evening they had just shared.

Veronica’s heart swelled with an unfamiliar mix of emotions. With Max, she had found a level of intimacy she had never thought possible. He had managed to peel back the layers of her guarded heart, and she was beginning to realize just how deeply she cared for him.

As they reached a quiet park, Max hesitated for a moment before turning to face Veronica. He took a deep breath, the nerves evident in his voice as he spoke. “Veronica, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you.”

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she gently squeezed his hand, silently encouraging him to continue.

“I know we’ve been spending a lot of time together, and I feel a connection with you like I’ve never felt with anyone else,” Max began, his voice wavering slightly. “But I can’t help wondering… where do you see this going? What are we?”

Veronica’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She had pondered the same questions herself, but her fear of vulnerability had kept her from acknowledging them. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding.

“Max, you’re right. We have something special, something that’s been growing stronger each day,” she said softly, her eyes locking with his. “But I’ve always been cautious about love and relationships. I’ve built walls to protect myself, and breaking them down is a process.”

“Veronica, do you love me?” he inquired, his voice trembling.

Veronica paused for a moment, as if considering her answer carefully. “I care deeply for you, Max. But love is a complex thing, and I’m still figuring it out.”

Max’s heart sank, and he felt a familiar shadow of doubt creeping back in. “I understand,” he said softly, not wanting to push her away.

But Veronica reached for his hand, refusing to let him retreat into his insecurities. “Don’t misunderstand, Max. My journey with love doesn’t diminish what we have. It’s just that my heart is a labyrinth, and I’m navigating its twists and turns.”

Max nodded, appreciating her honesty. “I don’t want to force anything. I just want you to be happy.”

Veronica smiled, her eyes softening. “And I am happy with you. You’ve taught me so much about myself, about love, and about the beauty of vulnerability.”

As their relationship deepened, Max found himself shedding layers of self-doubt. He started standing taller, speaking with more confidence, and pursuing his passions with a newfound zeal.

One evening, as they strolled hand in hand through the city streets, Veronica turned to Max with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“You know, Max, I’ve learned something from you too,” she said playfully.

“Oh? And what’s that?” he replied, genuinely curious.

She pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his waist. “From the moment we met, there was an energy, a spark between us that I couldn’t ignore. You’ve challenged me to confront parts of myself I had buried deep within, and I’m grateful for that.”

Max felt a surge of emotion, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m grateful for you, Veronica. You’ve shown me a love and acceptance I never thought I deserved. But now, I can’t imagine my life without you.”

In that moment, they sealed their unspoken commitment with a kiss that spoke of hope, vulnerability, and a shared journey ahead. They knew that life was unpredictable, and they might face challenges along the way, but together, they felt invincible.

In that moment, Max felt a profound sense of acceptance and belonging, a feeling he had never experienced before. With Veronica by his side, he had learned that love wasn’t about seeking validation from others, but about embracing his own worth and being open to receiving the love that was meant for him.

As the jazz club’s melody filled the air once more, Max and Veronica danced together, their bodies moving in harmony, just like their hearts. In each other’s embrace, they found solace and strength, a testament to the power of love to heal and empower even the most wounded souls. And as they swayed to the music, they knew that their journey together had just begun, an odyssey of growth, love, and self-discovery in the embrace of the shadows of the heart.

Posted in Creative Writing, Reflections, Writing, Writing Prompts

Inkrement #31: Unraveling Shadows [Short Story]

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Creative Writing Prompt: Write a short story about a character who must confront their own complicity in their traumatic experience in order to fully heal and move on.
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Raindrops tapped against the windowpane, mirroring the incessant rhythm of Jamie’s heartbeat as she stared at the old, worn-out house across the street. It was the place she had spent her childhood—a place that held the darkest memories she had been trying to bury for years.

After a traumatic experience that had shattered her innocence, Jamie had tried to escape from her past, seeking solace in the distant corners of the world. She moved away to a quaint seaside town, far from the memories that haunted her. As days turned into weeks, and weeks into years, she gradually built a new life for herself. Her words became her refuge, and she found success as a renowned writer, painting stories that captured the hearts of readers around the globe.

Yet, no matter how far she ran or how high she soared, the shadows of her past clung to her like a relentless ghost. They whispered in her ear as she wrote, reminding her of the pain she couldn’t outrun. It was a constant battle to keep her emotions at bay, to hide the vulnerabilities buried deep within her heart.

As the years passed, the memories gnawed at her soul, tugging at the edges of her carefully constructed walls. The weight of the unresolved past began to weigh heavily on her shoulders, manifesting itself in sleepless nights and troubled dreams. It was then, in the midst of her seemingly perfect life, that Jamie knew she had to return to the place that held the key to her healing.

The decision to return home was both terrifying and inevitable. The small town, once a shelter from the storm, now felt like a haunted maze of memories. Jamie’s heart pounded as she stood outside the door of the old house, the creaking wood echoing her hesitation.

A familiar voice emerged from within the walls, “Jamie? Is that you?”

It was Derek, her once closest friend, the person who had been by her side during that fateful time. She hadn’t seen him since she left, but his presence now brought back a flood of emotions. With trembling hands, she pushed the door open, revealing a space frozen in time, preserving the past she had tried so hard to forget.

“I never thought I’d see you here again,” Derek said, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of guilt.

Jamie swallowed hard, trying to find the strength to face the person who had once been her confidant. “I needed to come back,” she replied, her voice wavering with uncertainty.

“I remember everything,” Jamie said, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes. Her trembling hand reached out to touch the weathered wallpaper, as if seeking comfort from the past. “The laughter, the secrets, but also the pain. It’s all still here, etched into these walls.”

Derek shifted uncomfortably, his jaw tense, and his eyes fixated on the floor. Guilt weighed heavily on him, the weight of his actions and inactions crushing his soul. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to look up and meet Jamie’s tearful gaze.

“I’m so sorry, Jamie,” he murmured, his voice a mix of sorrow and regret. “I never wanted any of that to happen. I didn’t know it would go so far.”

The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with unsaid words and unspoken truths. Jamie took a step closer to Derek, her pain mixed with a desire to understand how it had all unraveled.

“How could you not know, Derek?” she asked, her voice trembling with anger and vulnerability. “We were supposed to be friends—trusted confidants. But you stood by and let it happen.”

Derek’s face contorted with anguish as he struggled to find the right words. “I was scared,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know what to do, how to stop it. It happened so fast.”

“You were scared?” Jamie’s voice rose, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “And what about me? Did you even think about how scared I was? How trapped and alone I felt?”

“I did,” Derek said, tears streaming down his face now. “I think about it every day. I wish I could go back and change everything, but I can’t.”

The emotions in the room were palpable, the pain and regret flowing like an unyielding river. Jamie wanted to let go of the anger, to find a way to forgive Derek, but the wounds were too raw, too deep.

“I was just a kid,” Jamie said, her voice breaking. “We were just kids. But you, Derek, you were my best friend. You were supposed to protect me.”

“I know,” Derek sobbed, his defenses crumbling under Jamie’s raw honesty. “I failed you, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.”

Their voices rose and fell in an intense symphony of emotions, a fierce argumentative dance between two broken souls. But beneath the anger and pain, there was also a glimmer of understanding—a shared acknowledgment of their complicity in the traumatic experience that had scarred them both.

As the argument subsided, the room fell silent, each tearful breath drawing them closer together. The weight of their past transgressions hung heavily in the air, but so did the realization that they needed each other to heal.

Jamie took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her emotions. The room was thick with tension, the air filled with the weight of their shared history. For so long, anger had been her armor, shielding her from the painful memories that lurked in the dark corners of her mind. But now, as she looked at Derek, his eyes heavy with remorse, she felt the rage inside her subside like a storm that had finally passed.

“We can’t change the past,” Jamie said, her voice now soft and full of vulnerability. “But we can choose to heal and grow from it.”

Derek nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He had always known that he had been a part of what had happened, but he had buried that truth deep within him, hidden behind a wall of denial. Now, faced with Jamie’s unwavering honesty, the wall crumbled, leaving him exposed and raw.

“I want to be better,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “For you and for myself. I want to confront my own demons and learn to be a true friend.”

Jamie’s gaze softened, and she could see the pain etched in Derek’s eyes. She had known him for so long, had trusted him with her deepest secrets, but now she saw a side of him she had never known before—the vulnerable and remorseful side that had been hidden beneath a facade of bravado.

She reached out and placed a gentle hand on Derek’s shoulder, feeling the tremor in his muscles beneath her touch. “We can heal together,” she said, her voice carrying a glimmer of forgiveness. “But we have to face our past head-on and take responsibility for our actions.”

Derek swallowed hard, his throat tight with emotion. “I’m so sorry, Jamie,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I should have been there for you when you needed me the most.”

A tear slipped down Jamie’s cheek, and she wiped it away with the back of her hand. “I know,” she said softly.

As the words hung in the air, the weight of their shared past felt both unbearable and liberating. They had both been wounded, both inflicted pain on each other in their own ways, but now they had the chance to heal together.

The room fell silent as they sat with their truths, the darkness of the past slowly giving way to the promise of a brighter future. They had a long road ahead of them, but for the first time, they faced it together, no longer burdened by the complicity that had once kept them apart. With vulnerability as their guide, they embarked on a journey of healing and growth, knowing that the scars of their past would always be a part of them, but also knowing that they had the power to shape their own destinies, to choose forgiveness and love over bitterness and resentment. In that moment, the storm of their past began to dissipate, leaving behind a glimmer of hope and the promise of a new beginning.
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Reflection: The reason I chose this writing prompt is that it really hits close to home for me. In my own life, I’ve had experiences where I had to confront my own complicity in certain situations. It’s not easy, but it’s necessary for my own healing and growth. At first, I didn’t want to admit to myself that I played a part in it all. It’s hard to face the fact that you might have contributed to your own pain, right? But avoiding it doesn’t make the trauma go away; it just keeps haunting you.

The characters, Derek and Jamie, were once inseparable friends, always supporting each other through thick and thin. But their bond was tested when they found themselves at the center of a traumatic experience that shattered their innocence. It’s been years since that event, and they both have tried to move on with their lives, but the scars run deep.

In choosing this prompt, I wanted to dive into the complexities of their relationship and how confronting their own complicity in the traumatic experience would be essential for their healing. Derek, burdened by guilt, has been running away from his past mistakes, while Jamie, trapped in pain, has been avoiding the truth of her own complicity. It’s not just about trauma, but also about forgiveness and growth. So, that’s why I chose this writing prompt. It’s a chance to tell a story of healing, growth, and the strength that comes from confronting our own shadows. And if it happens to inspire just one person to reflect on their own journey, then I’ll consider it a success.

Posted in Life Lessons, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections, Relationships, Writing

Inkrement #27: Why Second Chances Aren’t Always Worth It

Posted on by T.L. Minor

When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.

-Maya Angelou

There’s a reason that quote is spoken so frequently. This powerful statement serves as a guiding principle for recognizing and accepting the true nature of others. While some may argue in favor of second chances, my personal experience has led me to question the validity of such forgiveness, especially when it comes to disrespect and betrayal. Allow me to be vulnerable and transparent as I share my own story as a cautionary tale.

Six years ago, my world came crashing down when I discovered that my then-boyfriend had been unfaithful. It was a devastating blow, and my heart shattered into a million tiny fragments. Amidst the chaos of my swirling emotions, he approached me with a mixture of remorse and regret. His eyes reflected the weight of his actions, and his voice quivered as he took full accountability for the pain he had caused. He promised me that he would do everything in his power to make amends, to rebuild the trust that had been so callously broken. His words echoed with sincerity, and his gestures conveyed a desire for redemption.

It was a crossroads moment, where reason and intuition clashed within me. My better judgment cautioned against trusting him again, reminding me of the depth of the wound he had inflicted upon our relationship. The logical part of me recognized the inherent risks of granting a second chance, fearing that history might repeat itself. Yet, there was a small glimmer of hope within me, a flicker of belief that people can change and that love can triumph over even the darkest of betrayals. Was I secretly auditioning for a role in a rom-com where the cheater magically transforms into the perfect partner? Apparently, I was the star of my very own tragicomedy.

In the end, it was my willingness to see the potential for growth and transformation that swayed my decision. I chose to embrace the vulnerability that accompanies forgiveness, offering him the opportunity to prove that his remorse was genuine and that his promises were more than mere words. It was a leap of faith, borne out of a belief in the redeeming power of love and the possibility of a renewed connection. Plus, there was so much history with us. We’d been friends since the 5th grade. We went to the same church. Our families were close. Everyone raved about what a good man he was, especially my mother shortly before her untimely passing. I wanted to believe that the time and connections between was worth fighting for.

In the aftermath of infidelity, trust becomes an elusive creature, lurking in the shadows of doubt. But with time, therapy, and his apparent effort to change, the wounds began to heal, or so I thought. We even got engaged and excitedly made plans for the future. For for last six years, it seemed as though we had rebuilt our relationship on a stronger foundation. I allowed myself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he had learned his lesson. That the past was just that—the past. But spoiler alert: life doesn’t play by your hopeful script.

Two years after the initial transgression, the universe unleashed another cruel blow. Not only did he cheat on me again, but this time he crossed an unimaginable line—he had a one-night stand with my best friend. I mean, what the actual fuck? The shock, the pain, the absolute devastation cannot be eloquently put into words. To make matters worse, they both hid the truth from me for years, only confessing when confronted about it four months ago.

The realization that he had consciously chosen to hide the truth for years added a new dimension of anguish to the already unbearable pain. It shattered any remaining semblance of trust and shattered the foundation of our relationship beyond repair. The emotional turmoil that ensued was indescribable, as I grappled with the questions of how I could have been so blind and why he had chosen to prolong my pain through his lies.

Looking back now, I can’t help but shake my head at myself. What the fuck was I thinking? Why did I ignore the signs? And why did I even give this clown a second chance in the first place? In hindsight, the revelation of his prolonged deception further validated the wisdom of Maya Angelou’s quote: “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It became abundantly clear that he had indeed shown me his true character through his repeated acts of infidelity and the calculated concealment of his actions. The evidence was there, hidden in plain sight, and I had chosen to ignore the warning signs.

Through this agonizing experience, I’ve come to understand the profound truth in Maya Angelou’s words. When somebody shows you their true character, when they display a blatant disregard for your feelings, it’s imperative to believe them. People may apologize, they may promise to change, but actions speak louder than words. Trust should be earned, not given blindly, especially after such immense betrayal.

Giving second chances can be an admirable trait, born from a place of hope and compassion. Who doesn’t love a good redemption story, right? But you have to balance that with a heavy dose of self-respect. Think about it. When you keep forgiving someone who continues to disrespect and betray you, it’s like you’re telling the world, “Hey, I’m okay with being treated like garbage.” It’s not, my friends. Not at all. It’s like starting a subscription for a never-ending cycle of bullshit, where your self-esteem takes a nosedive and your happiness will cease to exist. I know all too well how easy it is to get caught up in the idea that maybe they’ll change. You hope that they’ll truly get it and appreciate what they have this time. But you know what they say about hope? It breeds eternal misery. It can make you see rainbows where there’s just a whole lot of rain.

And Maya’s quote doesn’t just apply to infidelity—it’s a universal truth that transcends romantic relationships. This little nugget of wisdom can be applied to friends, family, coworkers, or even encounters with that weird neighbor across the street. When people reveal their true colors, it’s like a neon sign flashing right in front of your face, saying, “Hey, I’m a terrible human being and you should run for the hills!”

When somebody shows you who they truly are, it’s like getting a front-row seat to their soul. It’s like having an X-ray vision into their core being, revealing all their flaws, their fucked-up quirks, and their twisted little secrets. And let me tell you, my friends, it’s important to pay attention to what you see. Don’t brush it off like it’s a fluke or a figment of your imagination. Believe them. Believe what you see and take it as a warning sign that maybe, just maybe, this person isn’t worth your time.

So, where do we go from here? It’s a question I’ve wrestled with endlessly, and the answer is different for everyone. For me, it meant finding the strength to walk away from a toxic relationship, despite the love and the memories we once cherished. It meant learning to value myself enough to say “No. Enough is enough.”

Sometimes, the harshest lessons can lead to the most profound personal growth. Sure, my heart still hurts. I’m still coming to terms with being betrayed by two of the most important people in my life. It’s like this never-ending dull ache that reminds me of the pain I went through. It’s the kind of pain that no amount of ice cream, sad R&B music, or curling under the covers can fix. However, in the midst of this emotional bullshit, I’ve managed to find some flicker of light, but don’t ask me how I did it.

I’ve learned that setting boundaries is essential. No more letting people trample all over me like a doormat. It’s time to draw that line in the sand and say, “Hey, this is as far as you go.” No more compromising my values or sacrificing my own well-being for someone who doesn’t deserve it.

And you know what? My intuition is a badass. It’s like this little voice inside my head that whispers, “You know what? Something’s off here.” I used to ignore it, thinking I was just being paranoid or overthinking things. But now? Now I’m listening. I’m tuning in to that gut feeling, that instinct that tells me when something isn’t right. It’s like having my own personal Sherlock Holmes in my head, and I’m not ignoring his brilliant deductions anymore.

In the end, it’s not about denying forgiveness or harboring resentment—it’s about choosing what is best for our own happiness and growth. So, let us embrace Maya Angelou’s wisdom, believe those who show us their true colors, and have the strength to move forward with our heads held high.

Posted in Blog, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections, Writing

Inkrement #26 Positive Thinking During Difficult Times

Posted on by T.L. Minor

When the universe decides to make us the butt of a joke or steer us into shitty situations, it’s so easy to get trapped in a whirlwind of negativity. Believe me; I’ve been there more times than I care to admit. But what if I told you that there’s a way to find a glimmer of light even in the darkest of tunnels? Yes, it’s called positive thinking, and it’s like wielding a magic wand against the forces of pessimism.

First things first, let’s acknowledge that positive thinking doesn’t mean ignoring reality or pushing the toxic positivity nonsense. It’s more about shifting our perspective and finding nuggets of goodness in the chaos. It’s like wearing rose-tinted glasses without being a clueless fool.

One of the most powerful tools in your positive thinking arsenal is gratitude. When everything seems to be crumbling around you, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Notice that comforting cup of coffee in the morning, the sound of rain tapping on the window, or the warmth of a fuzzy blanket. Gratitude is like a secret weapon against negativity, and it’s always within reach.

Next up, let’s talk about reframing. Not like framing a picture for your gallery of misery, but rather looking at a situation from a different angle. Think of reframing as a mental exercise that helps you challenge your default perception. It’s like squinting your eyes to blur the lines of a picture and discovering a different image altogether. When faced with a setback or a difficult situation, taking a step back and squinting your eyes metaphorically means distancing yourself from the immediate emotional impact. It’s about creating space for reflection and allowing yourself to see beyond the initial pain or disappointment.

Once you’ve created that mental space, it’s time to search for the silver lining. Maybe that terrible job loss was a blessing in disguise, nudging you toward a path you were too afraid to explore. Perhaps it provided the perfect opportunity for that exciting career change you’ve always dreamed of but never had the courage to pursue. By reframing the situation, you can uncover the possibilities and potential that may have been obscured by the initial sense of loss or failure.

Likewise, that gut-wrenching breakup might have shattered your heart into a million pieces. But reframing helps you realize that it was a necessary step toward finding true self-love and personal growth. It may have revealed patterns or dynamics in your relationships that needed to be addressed, allowing you to embark on a journey of self-discovery and healing. Through this new perspective, you can see the breakup as a catalyst for positive change rather than an endless source of pain.

Of course, embracing positive thinking doesn’t mean suppressing emotions, forcing fake smiles, or pretending everything is all well and good. Life can be downright terrible, and it’s absolutely okay to admit that. We’re human beings, not emotionless robots, and we have every right to feel the full range of emotions that come our way.

When those moments of anger, rage, sadness, or frustration hit you like a ton of bricks, don’t hold back. Allow yourself to fully experience and acknowledge those emotions. They are valid and they are a natural part of the human experience. So scream into your pillow if you need to, let out that primal roar of frustration, eat that half-gallon of ice cream, or find a safe space to release your pent-up emotions.

However, it’s important to remember that while it’s healthy to express and release negative emotions, it’s equally important not to wallow in them for too long. Give yourself the permission to heal and move forward. Set a time limit for your pity party or ice cream indulgence, and then make a conscious effort to shift your focus towards more positive thoughts and actions.

Speaking of moving forward, let’s not forget the power of self-care. When the going gets tough, it’s so important to take care of ourselves physically, emotionally, and mentally. Engage in activities that bring you joy and recharge your batteries. Whether it’s binging on your favorite TV show, immersing yourself in a creative project, or going on a hike with Mother Nature, find what puts a genuine smile on your face and do more of it.

Surrounding yourself with positive influences can also work wonders. Seek out the company of uplifting friends, supportive family members, or even inspiring books and podcasts. Let their positivity seep into your veins and remind you that you’re not alone in this chaotic world. Sometimes, a well-timed sarcastic comment from a friend can be the perfect antidote to a shitty day.

Lastly, don’t forget to be gentle with yourself. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither is a positive mindset. It takes practice, patience, and a lot of eye rolls at life’s bullshit. We live in a world that often demands instant gratification and expects us to have it all figured out. But let me tell you something: nobody has it all figured out, no matter how put together they may seem on the outside. We’re all stumbling through this crazy journey called life, trying to make sense of it all.

So, cut yourself some slack. Give yourself permission to make mistakes, to stumble and fall, and to take detours along the way. Embrace the fact that you’re a work in progress. Even the tiniest steps forward count, so give yourself credit for each and every one of them. That means you’re constantly evolving, learning, and growing. You’re not meant to have all the answers right now, and that’s perfectly okay.

So let’s try going on this journey of positive thinking together. When life tries to knock us down, let’s show it who’s boss with a dash of gratitude, a sprinkle of perspective, and a hefty dose of self-care. Because, at the end of the day, we have the power to shape our own narratives and transform difficulties into opportunities for growth. Life may be an unfair bitch, but we’re the badass protagonists of our own stories.

Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections, Writing

Inkrement #25: Embracing the Dark Side of Creativity

Posted on by T.L. Minor

When we think of creativity, we envision vibrant colors, uplifting melodies, and inspiring words. But what about the raw and unfiltered emotions that fuel the artistic fire? What about the moments of anguish, heartbreak, and despair that bring forth masterpieces that touch our souls? Yes, my friends, I’m talking about the dark side—the underbelly of creativity.

It’s no secret that many creative geniuses throughout history have grappled with inner demons. From Vincent van Gogh’s tormented paintings to Sylvia Plath’s haunting poetry, we see that creativity and suffering often dance hand in hand. But why does this dark undercurrent exist? And can we embrace it as a source of inspiration and growth?

The truth is that the creative process is a reflection of the human experience. It is a journey that transcends the mundane and reaches deep into the core of our being. Within that journey, we encounter both light and darkness. It is through embracing and exploring these shadows that we unlock a profound well of artistic depth.

Consider the iconic works of Edgar Allan Poe. His tales of macabre and despair captivate us with their haunting beauty. Poe’s ability to delve into the darkest corners of the human psyche allowed him to create timeless masterpieces that continue to enthrall readers today. By fearlessly exploring the dark side, he tapped into a wellspring of creativity that resonates with our own inner struggles.

But embracing the dark side of creativity is not about wallowing in despair or glorifying pain. It’s about acknowledging the complexity of human emotions and using them as a catalyst for transformative art. It’s about digging deep into our own experiences, both light and dark, and channeling them into a creative outlet.

The process of harnessing the darkness is not an easy one. It requires vulnerability, self-reflection, and courage. It means confronting our fears, doubts, and insecurities head-on. It means embracing the parts of ourselves that we often try to hide away. But within this journey lies the potential for profound personal growth and artistic breakthroughs.

As creators, we have the unique ability to transmute our pain into something beautiful. Our art becomes a vehicle for catharsis—a release of pent-up emotions, a way to process the complexities of life. It allows us to connect with others on a deep and empathetic level, reassuring them that they are not alone in their struggles.

So please don’t shy away from the shadows. Embrace the dark side of your creativity. Allow it to guide you on a transformative journey of self-discovery and expression. Take those moments of anguish and turn them into fuel for your art. Let your vulnerability shine through your work, for it is in that rawness that you create something truly authentic and resonant.
It’s okay to embrace the darkness, as long as you don’t let it consume you. Seek support from loved ones, fellow artists, or even professional resources if you find yourself overwhelmed. Surround yourself with a community that understands and supports your artistic process.

Until next time, keep creating, keep exploring, and remember—within the shadows lies the potential for extraordinary artistry.

Posted in Creative Writing, Friendship, Relationships, Writing, Writing Prompts

Inkrement #22 – When Paths Diverge-Echoes of a Broken Melody

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Writing Prompt: Write about two friends who were once inseparable, but now find themselves growing apart — or even friends turned enemies. (Credit to Reedsy Writing Prompts for the inspiration)
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Emelia and Carmen were inseparable from the moment they met in the schoolyard. Their friendship flourished, their souls intertwined like intricate tapestries. They shared secrets, dreams, and laughter that resounded through the corridors of their lives. In a world determined to tear them apart, they found solace in each other, becoming each other’s unwavering support.

But as they entered adulthood, cracks formed in their once unbreakable bond. Emelia, with her free-spirited nature and hunger for adventure, longed to spread her wings and explore the world beyond their small town of Idlewood. Carmen, cautious and rooted in familiarity, chose the safety of what she knew.

One fateful summer night, they sat on the porch of Emelia’s childhood home, the warm breeze carrying the scent of blooming flowers. The setting sun painted the sky with hues of gold and amber, creating a backdrop of fleeting beauty for their conversation.

Emelia’s heart raced as she summoned the courage to share her plans with Carmen. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling with anticipation. “I need to share something with you. Something has been on my mind for a while.”

Carmen looked at her friend, curiosity mingled with concern etched across her face. “What is it, Mellie? You know you can tell me anything.”

A mixture of excitement and vulnerability danced in Emelia’s eyes as she continued. “I want to move to Los Angeles. I’m ready to share my music with the world.” She anxiously ran her fingers through her hair. “You know that it’s always been my deepest passion. I can’t ignore this melody that haunts my dreams any longer.”

Carmen’s brows furrowed, confusion clouding her features. “But…Mellie, what about us? What about our friendship? We’ve always been there for one another, right?”

“Of course we have! And that’s not going to change.” Tears welled up in Emelia’s eyes, betraying the depth of her emotions. “But this is my calling. It’s about pursuing the music that fills my soul.”

“It just feels like you’re choosing your dream over our friendship.” Carmen’s voice quivered with a mix of fear and bitterness. “How do I manage without you? How can I support a decision that means losing you?”

“I don’t want to lose you, Carmen. You mean everything to me.” Emelia’s shoulders slumped, the weight of Carmen’s words crashing down on her. “But this dream, it’s become a part of who I am. If I ignore it, I’ll be sacrificing my happiness. Why do I have to choose between our friendship and my goals?”

Silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken regrets and unfulfilled promises. The fading light cast long shadows across the porch, mirroring the growing divide between their dreams.

Carmen broke the silence, her voice tinged with a mixture of sadness and resentment. “I just never expected this. I never imagined our paths splitting like this.”

“This isn’t breaking news,” Emelia stated, a hint of frustration lacing her words. “Remember the 5th-grade talent show? Before I belted out that Whitney Houston song, I told the audience they’d see me performing at the Grammy Awards when I grew up. And I meant that.”

Carmen’s eyes widened, disbelief mingling with a flicker of hope. “Do you believe you have what it takes to get a record deal? Are you really Grammy Award-winning, top of the billboard charts-winning good?”

“I know I am,” Emelia scowled. “What is wrong with you? You’re supposed to be my best friend, supporting me!”

“I’m being your best friend by telling you that local talent shows and solos in the church choir are as big as you’re going to get,” Carmen spat, her words sharp as broken glass.

Emelia winced, the impact of Carmen’s harsh words cutting deep. The pain was palpable, a wound that threatened to scar their friendship forever.

“Carmen, please try to understand. I know it seems impossible, but I’m going for it, regardless. If I fail, then at least I can sleep at night knowing I tried.” Emelia reached out, her hand trembling, wishing to bridge the widening gap. “I want you to come with me. We can chase our dreams together!”

Carmen pulled her hand away, rose from her seat, and walked away without a word.

“Carmen? Carmen!” Emelia’s voice cracked with desperation. She stood, her eyes fixed on Carmen’s retreating figure. “Please come back!”

But Carmen kept walking, disappearing into the shadows of the night. The once unbreakable bond that held them together was now frayed, threatening to unravel completely. From that moment on, their friendship spiraled into a tragic dance of resentment, bitterness, and unspoken regrets.

Over time, their paths diverged. Emelia embarked on a relentless pursuit of her dreams in the music industry, her unwavering determination propelling her towards fame. Yet, amidst the glitz and glamor, a pang of longing tugged at her heart, reminding her of the friendship she had left behind. Meanwhile, in the confines of Idlewood, Carmen trudged through a monotonous existence, working at a bank and feeling trapped in a life that resembled a motionless statue. The weight of her own choices bore down on her, saturating her days with resentment and quashing any flicker of hope for progress.

On a stormy night, fate reunited the two in their hometown. Rain pounded against the windows as they stood on opposite ends of a bustling bar, their once unbreakable bond now fractured. Earlier that evening, Emelia had captivated the audience at the Idlewood Performing Arts Center with her powerful voice, leaving them in awe. Word of her talent quickly spread, reaching a few patrons in the bar who recognized her. Approaching her with excitement, they requested autographs and selfies, to which she graciously obliged, her radiant smile forging connections with her adoring fans.

Amid the clamor, Emelia almost missed Carmen’s arrival. But as their eyes met across the crowded room, a mix of surprise and trepidation flickered in her gaze. Carmen turned around and walked out the door.

She pushed her way through the throng of people, her heart pounding in her chest. She reached Carmen, her voice husky with emotion. “Hey, I didn’t expect to see you here. How have you been?”

Carmen’s eyes, once warm and inviting, now held a coldness that mirrored the frozen wasteland of their friendship. “Does it matter? We’re strangers now.”

Emelia’s heart shattered at the stark truth in Carmen’s words. She reached out, desperately seeking a flicker of recognition in the eyes of her estranged best friend. “Carmen, I can’t apologize for pursuing my dreams. Music gives me life. I can’t deny who I am, and I shouldn’t have to.”

Carmen’s lips curled into a bitter smirk. “Oh, how noble of you, Mellie. Following your dreams while leaving a trail of broken hearts behind. Did you ever stop to think about what it meant for me? About what you meant to me?”

Emelia’s voice quivered with emotion, her words measured and resolute. “Of course, I thought about it. Every single day. But it’s not just me, it’s both of us. We should have supported and encouraged each other to pursue our passions. Instead, you let fear poison our friendship.”

“Fear? Is that what you think? I wasn’t afraid, Mellie. You abandoned me.” Carmen’s eyes flickered with a mix of anger and pain. “You soared while I faced my limitations.”

Emelia took a step closer, her voice filled with a mix of empathy and frustration. “I never intended for you to feel left behind. I wanted you to come with me, to share in the adventure. But you closed yourself off, shutting down any possibility of growth or change. You settled for a life that wasn’t truly fulfilling, and you blamed me for the choices you made.”

Carmen’s voice wavered, her eyes welling up with tears. “You just don’t understand. You were always the bold one who dared to take risks. But I’m not like you. I needed stability, security. I couldn’t just throw it all away for a dream.”

Emelia’s voice softened, a mixture of compassion and frustration lingering in her words. “I get it, Carmen. I understand that we’re different, that our paths diverged. But instead of celebrating our differences, you let resentment consume you. And I can’t bear the weight of your bitterness anymore.”

“So what now?” Carmen’s shoulders sagged, her voice barely a whisper. “What do we do?”

Emelia took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “We have to face the truth that we broke our friendship.” She blinked away the tears forming in her eyes. “We can’t change what’s been done. But you have to figure out why you’re so afraid to live your life, to embrace the possibilities that lie outside your comfort zone.”

“I don’t know if I can.” Carmen’s tears flowed freely now, mingling with the raindrops that fell. “I don’t know if I have the strength.”

Emelia’s voice, filled with a mix of sorrow and determination, carried through the storm. “You’re stronger than you think. You have the power to reclaim your life, to find your own path.” She took a step closer to Carmen. We can’t return to what we were until you face your fears and regrets. Maybe we never will.”

The silence hung heavily in the air, the weight of their shared history pressing upon them. Emelia took a step backward, her eyes fixed on Carmen’s. “I hope one day you find the courage to live a life that brings you true happiness.”

And with those parting words, Emelia turned away, leaving Carmen standing in the rain, tears mingling with the sorrow of a friendship lost to the unforgiving winds of time. As she walked away, the crowded bar seemed to fade into the background. She could feel the weight of Carmen’s gaze burning into her back, but she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. The storm outside matched the tempest within her heart, the raindrops mingling with her own tears.

Years later, Emelia stood on a stage, the bright lights illuminating her as she poured her heart into her music. The crowd roared in adoration, but a hollow ache consumed her. Even amid her success, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness for the friendship she had lost. Late nights of laughter and dreaming, now only memories. She whispered Carmen’s name into the night, carrying an unsaid apology. She longed to undo the mistakes that led to their estrangement.

But Emelia wasn’t the only one haunted by the memories of their fractured bond. Carmen, too, carried the weight of what had transpired. In the wake of their fallout, she had built walls around herself, barricading her heart from the pain and regret that gnawed at her soul. She watched from a distance as Emelia ascended to the heights of her dreams, bitterness and envy poisoning her thoughts.

Carmen grappled with the choices that had diverged their paths, their once-shared journey now a bittersweet memory. Emelia’s triumphs served as a poignant reflection of her own sacrifices and self-imposed limitations. A pang of longing pierced her heart as she observed the adoration Emelia effortlessly garnered, a love and support she had yearned for in her own life. Yet, amidst her feelings of envy, remorse crept into her soul. She recognized her own contribution to the fracture of their friendship, the moments she succumbed to fear and bitterness, unable to grasp the magnitude of Emelia’s aspirations.

More time passed, and the wounds of their shattered friendship remained etched in their hearts. Emelia continued to thrive in her music career, but the success tasted bittersweet without Carmen by her side. Carmen, trapped in the suffocating grip of resentment, watched from a distance, her heart heavy with regret.

One evening, Emelia’s song filled the airwaves, carrying the weight of their fractured bond and a yearning for reconciliation. Carmen felt an irresistible pull towards Emelia’s music, her determination faltering as she stood outside the concert venue. In her heart, conflicting emotions waged war—a lingering anger and an undeniable longing for the profound connection they once cherished. Gathering her courage, she took hesitant steps and crossed the threshold into the bustling venue, surrounded by a sea of unfamiliar faces. With unwavering resolve, Carmen purchased a ticket to Emelia’s concert, determined to find solace and, perhaps, rediscover the depth of their bond.

As Emelia’s performance soared to its crescendo, her eyes swept the crowd in a desperate search. And then, on the periphery, she caught sight of Carmen. There she stood, emotions brimming in her glistening eyes, a face she had thought lost forever. Her voice hung in the air as she stepped off the stage. She made her way through the crowd, her heart pounding, until she stood before Carmen. They locked eyes, and in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

Carmen’s trembling hand extended, finding solace in Emelia’s grasp. As their hands intertwined, their eyes met in a wordless understanding, sharing the weight of their pain and unspoken regrets.

In that embrace, forgiveness bloomed like a long-awaited spring. All the years of resentment, the distance between them, and the unforgivable deed that split them apart – it all became trivial. They stood, two broken souls, finding solace and redemption in the simple act of holding on. Despite the pain of past wounds and broken trust, they discovered the resilience of creating something entirely new.
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I chose the prompt to write a story about two friends who were once inseparable but now find themselves growing apart because it resonates deeply with my own experiences and emotions. Emelia and Carmen, the two friends at the center of the story, hold a special place in my heart. They were once like two halves of a whole, inseparable in their shared laughter, dreams, and adventures. Their bond was unbreakable, their friendship a beacon of light in a sometimes dark world. But as life unfolded and time moved forward, the dynamics between Emelia and Carmen began to shift. It’s a bittersweet tale of how circumstances, misunderstandings, and the inevitable changes that come with growing up can slowly create distance between even the closest of friends. Exploring their friendship, the feelings they confront and the obstacles they face let me explore the intricacies of human relationships and how change shapes our lives. Through their story, I wanted to show how life changes our relationships and highlight the strength of friendship.

Posted in Blog, Personal, Reflections, Writing, Writing Prompts

Inkrement #17: Lessons Learned from Ignoring Red Flags

Posted on by T.L. Minor

Writing Prompt: Reflect on a past relationship where you ignored your intuition and the consequences that followed. Write a personal essay discussing what you learned from this experience and how it has influenced your trust in your intuition.
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Intuition knows when something is wrong. It’s our internal compass guiding us through life’s twists and turns. But what happens when we choose to ignore it? My world was already crumbling, and I couldn’t wrap my head around dealing with another crushing blow. By burying my doubts, I unknowingly set myself up for even greater devastation. In this personal essay, I want to share my experience of staying in a relationship, although I knew deep down I should’ve ended it.

I remember the moment I discovered my partner’s infidelity. It was days before my mother’s passing and my aunt’s death, three days after her funeral. During that time, I found myself torn between emotions I couldn’t fully process. My focus shifted to grieving for my loved ones, and my partner’s betrayal took a backseat in my overwhelmed mind. The world became a blur of funeral arrangements, tears, and unanswered questions. I knew the situation was fucked up, but I didn’t want to face the reality.

Grief messes with our heads, you know? It makes us do things we’ll kick ourselves for later. Amid my life falling apart, I brushed off those little gut feelings nudging me. I was like, “No way, I can’t handle any more shit right now.” I figured I’d tackle the relationship mess once the grief storm blew over. But little did I know, my intuition was getting restless, craving my attention. I stumbled through each day, time turning into a blur of chaos. Sure, my partner felt horrible and tried to make things right, but that nagging feeling in my gut just wouldn’t quit. We had agreed to start fresh and with no more solid evidence, I was stuck in a constant state of uncertainty, unable to trust his words.

Red flags, like seeds planted in the soil of our intuition, sprout into undeniable truths. They poke through the surface, demanding our attention, but we often brush them aside in favor of our comfort zone. I found myself trapped in a cycle of ignoring the warning signs that continued to present themselves. The red flags kept waving, but he skillfully sidestepped them, weaving a web of deception with his words. Finances can be a powerful force, shaping our decisions and trapping us in situations we want desperately to escape. With the cost of living skyrocketing, the thought of leaving the relationship became an unattainable joke. My job didn’t pay enough to live on my own. I didn’t have my parents’ home for refuge. My friends had their own lives and struggles to battle, so I didn’t want to be a burden to them or anyone else. I believed that staying was my only option. So I bit my tongue and tolerated the bullshit as I applied for hundreds of better-paying jobs. But as the years passed, the emotional toll grew heavier, and I withdrew into myself. My silence became a self-imposed prison. The weight of how I should’ve handled the situation trapped me. It clouded my view of a better future. Concealing my misery was a daily battle for normalcy.

You know how life works, right? Truth appears humorously at the right moment. Earlier this year, I had that moment. My partner and best friend kept an enormous secret from me. They had a one-night stand. Talk about a betrayal that cuts deep. It felt like someone took a butcher’s knife and stabbed it right into my heart, opening up all those old wounds and making me regret everything. My intuition had been screaming at me to wake up and smell the coffee, but I had let my fears, regrets, and financial situation blind me. Ignoring my gut had cost me years of happiness, authenticity, and self-respect.

After the whole truth came crashing down on me, I needed to find some sort of comfort. So, I turned to therapy and creative writing prompts for solace. It was during those moments of deep thought and self-reflection that I had a revelation. My gut feeling, my intuition, it was never wrong. The problem was me — I ignored it and refused to take action, and that’s what led me straight into a world of heartache and regret. If only I had trusted my instincts from the very beginning, I could have spared myself years of pain. But hey, no use crying over spilled milk, right? Instead, I’m making it my mission to focus on the most valuable lesson I’ve learned: listen to my intuition the very first time it whispers a warning. I’m embracing that little voice inside me and learning to heed its advice, even when it’s uncomfortable or inconvenient. Trusting my intuition has become an essential part of taking care of myself and growing as a person. It’s non-negotiable now.

As I reflect on the last three months since shit hit the fan, I acknowledge the pain and regret that accompany the choice to ignore my intuition. Life’s journey teaches us many lessons. Some learned through triumph. Others through regret. Not acting on my instincts in my last relationship tested my resilience and self-worth, but it also taught me the importance of self-trust.

While I can’t change the past, I can shape my future by embracing my intuition as a guiding force from here on out. I share my story, hoping others may find peace and inspiration in their own struggles. Please trust yourself and honor your inner voice. It knows what is best for you, even when things seem impossible. Follow your heart and learn from your experiences.

I chose this prompt because it hits close to home. We all have that little voice inside us, that gut feeling telling us when something isn’t quite right. And let me tell you, I ignored that voice in a last relationship, and Lord, did it come back to bite me. So, when I saw this prompt, it immediately resonated with me. Since I’m in a significantly better headspace right now, I wanted to write a personal essay about this experience. It’s embarrassing that I put myself in this predicament, but it is my life and I have to own up to it. Not only to hold myself accountable, but also to share what I’ve learned with others. Trusting our intuition is no joke, and I wanted to dive deep into how ignoring it affected me and how it’s permanently changed my perspective on listening to that inner voice.

Posted in Blog, Mental Health, Personal, Reflections, Writing

Inkrement #16 – Simply the Best

Posted on by T.L. Minor

The recent news of the passing of the legendary Rock & Roll icon, Tina Turner, at the age of 83 has deeply impacted music lovers across the world. As someone who has been influenced by her incredible talent and resilience throughout my life, I felt compelled to reflect on her remarkable journey. From the haunting melody of “What’s Love Got To Do With It?” that played in the background of my childhood to the powerful anthem “I Don’t Wanna Fight” that still resonates with me today, Tina Turner’s music has always been a constant presence.

Tina Turner was more than just an iconic singer and performer; she was a force to be reckoned with. Her ability to turn personal pain into something transcendent showcased her resilience and indomitable spirit. Despite enduring unspeakable challenges throughout her life, she refused to let her pain define her. Instead, she harnessed her anguish as a catalyst for personal transformation, inspiring millions around the world.

Tina Turner’s early memories of picking cotton as a child, coupled with feelings of abandonment and being unloved by her parents, painted a difficult picture of her formative years. Surviving a volatile and abusive relationship added to her burdens. Yet, throughout it all, Tina Turner’s resilience and determination to overcome prevailed. Her journey from these painful beginnings to becoming a middle-aged black woman who made her mark as the Queen of Rock & Roll is a testament to the human spirit’s capacity to rise above adversity.

One of the most inspiring aspects of Tina’s story for me is the love and fulfillment she found later in life. After facing numerous challenges and triumphing over personal struggles, she discovered peace and genuine love with someone who adored her unconditionally. This profound love story brought immeasurable joy and contentment to her life, proving that true greatness and contentment can be achieved at any stage. Tina Turner’s experience challenges the belief that success and happiness must be attained within certain age limits or predetermined timelines. Her story encourages us to embrace the unexpected turns and twists that life presents. It’s okay if we haven’t achieved our dreams or found our purpose by a certain age. The path to self-discovery and fulfillment can be nonlinear, and each stage of life offers unique opportunities for growth and transformation. Tina’s life exemplifies the importance of perseverance, resilience, and remaining open to new possibilities.

Tina’s ability to turn her pain into something magical and beautiful continues to inspire many, including myself. It’s with this inspiration in mind that I started this blog. In time, I want to be able to provide solace, tools, and hope to those facing trauma. Tina’s legacy serves as a reminder of the need for diverse voices and stories of triumph over hardship. Together, we can build a resilient community founded on mutual support, where people can find strength and renewed hope as they navigate their own transformative journeys.

The world has lost an icon in Tina Turner, but her legacy will forever resonate through her music, her story, and the transformative power of her journey. As we remember her, let us carry her spirit of resilience, transformation, and unwavering pursuit of happiness with us. By embracing our own pain and using it as a catalyst for personal growth, we too can turn our lives into something magical and beautiful.

Rest in Power, Queen ❤