Author Christy Angelette

I met a nice guy. Handsome and eager to date me. On our third date, I became triggered by things he said, he spoke harshly of his ex, reminding me of mines. The unpleasant feelings of familiarity begin to rise. The clutter of his home, made me feel encaged. So I ran, literally and metaphorically.…

I was abused by mother all my life till the age of 23, up until she died and then I married an abusive sociopath because that was normal to me. Abuse was the only form of love I knew. Drowning in the toxicity I almost died. In some ways I did. Resurrected….Today I’m happy to…

I forgot who I was. Diagnosed bipolar at the age of 25, I became the label they applied. Disassociated with the gift that God had placed inside. A sleeping beauty to the potential and power that I possessed.  Awoken by the kiss and grace of God’s goodness. My life is no fairytale, there was never…

Nobody dates anymore, nobody kisses anymore, Chivalry is dead. Conversation is only used to remove the clothes and let down guards. Its all wham bam thank you mam. Love has digressed from the club to online dating and casual sex. It appears there is no romance left in the world, well my world.  Human connection…

I live and heal with a diagnosis of PTSD, bipolar, Borderline personality, anxiety and depression. These are the side effects of trauma. It wasn’t the pills that made life hard to live, instead it was all the events by the hands and words of people I loved that led up to it. My speech is…

Throughout my life, I have faced the challenges of less than thinking. Born into a life of abuse, words that belittled were mostly all I heard. Self esteem was a luxury I was told I couldn’t afford. Beginning with the color of my skin to my reflection in the mirror I had come to believe…

A few years back, I witnessed a powerful visualization of strength I had never seen beyond a movie, between and ant and a bee. I observed a bee, laying on its back moving in the air, as if it was floating. Leaning in closer, I could see the bee was dead and being carried by…

It’s been a minute since I posted here. I’ve been regaining the traction I had lost battling demons, depression, focusing on my job and career. That’s a lot battles staged for one woman. Despite the struggles, today I’m stronger than ever. In my fight and quest for the abundant life, I’ve developed strategic warfare for…

Have you ever sat in therapy giving the counselor insight on your life and they gawk and gasp at all you have been through. Congratulating you for coming so far? Well I have. Normally breaking down into tears, calming myself and returning back to the stoic image I originally presented to them. I’ve been in…