I was listening to “Breathe” by Michael W. Smith from his “Worship” album (probably the greatest worship album of all time) and I started sobbing. Like unmetaphoric sobs... real throaty moans and heavy tears because every now and then... I remember. Whew! . . . I was lost without myself. I was desperate for myself. My relationship with God and myself are so intricately connected that I had become unstitched fabric slipping away from my own self tryna fit myself into a low that consumed me until it was hollow and I was empty. Listen. Whew! . . . Now I am whole. I don’t want any “blessing” that will cause me to fall away from myself. No matter how long I prayed for it or how hard I asked for it... No! I don’t want a me that isn’t me ever ever not even never again! #TheFreePeopleProject . . . I thought I was gonna die. Look at me living (good) and ish! #DreamYourselfFree . . . I’m sowing this kind of healing and knowing into the Dream Yourself Free Masterclass Intensive. You can give to the this work, the mission to #BlackGirlMixtape, #AYearOfBlackJoy, and the 12 Mo Spiritual Mentoring Program by visiting bit.ly/EmmasLegacyFoundation (case sensitive) today! Healing Big! This, too, is our activism! 🖤🙏🏾 #Dream #Ease #Play #Heal #Manifest #TheFreePeopleProject (at New Orleans, Louisiana) https://www.instagram.com/p/CPItJxdBti9/?utm_medium=tumblr