#BrookeUnbroken

There comes a time in every woman’s life when she realizes it’s going to be alright...that she’s going to be ok! A time where she stops putting other people before herself and starts feeling good about putting herself first in line. A time where she not only stops going hard for people who don’t go hard for her, but closes the door to them all together! A time where she’s ready to take back control of her own life and do what’s right for HER! No more “companionship” relationships where you are just content. I want real, true love...the kind where you cannot stand to be away from each other. No more getting through the day to just get to the next one. No more draining jobs. No more being taken advantage of because people make you feel guilty for things you shouldn’t feel guilty over.  No more being ran over. Life is so short. God could call us home at anytime, and when he does are you going to be able to say you lived your best life?   I’ve wasted so much time just getting by. I’

This song! Listen before you read! I was riding in the car the other day and as soon as it came on I started to skip it but allowed it to play.  It’s one of those songs that when you hear it, it automatically sends chills over your body and takes you back to a specific time of your life.  It was my go to song during, hands down, what was the lowest point of my life. Every 👏🏼 single 👏🏼 word 👏🏼 resonates within my soul.  It was around this time two years ago that a bad situation turned worse and my downward spiral started to move full speed ahead.  I had zero control of my life and I reached a point where I literally stared death in the face three times.  It was a horrible time and I remember the physical pain like it was yesterday.   I often find myself feeling shameful, not for where I am today, but where I have been.  Wondering if I'd have made better choices, in life and love, where I would be today.  Angry because those choices held me back and kept me from becoming things

The Phoenix.  In ancient mythology, the symbolism of the majestic Phoenix bird, which is most often connected with the Sun, dies and is reborn across cultures and throughout time.  Ancient legend paints a picture of a magical bird, radiant and shimmering, which lives for several hundred years before it dies by bursting into flames. It is then reborn from the ashes, to start a new, long life. It’s a tattoo that I have wanted for a few years. It’s symbolism mirrors the ups and downs of my adult life.  The good decisions. The many, many bad decisions. The consequences of those decisions. The positive that has come out of both the good and the bad. The lessons learned. The view from the top.  The progress I have made climbing out of some of deepest and darkest holes I’ve ever fallen in. It’s the scars I wear like most wear diamonds.  I remember having the discussion once with someone very close to me. She looked me in the face and told me I had a long way to go before I could even remotely