YoginiJune

Topping the list of the craziest things I’ve ever done…

🥇Join the military

I remember pulling up to basic training to see the sign that said:

Welcome to the United States Army 🇺🇸

And I so vividly remember thinking, “what the f*** did I do?” 😂😂

I was 19.

Hindsight, it was probably also one of the best decisions I made.

Would I do it again?

I would.

Happy Veteran’s Day 🇺🇸 to everyone who has served and is currently serving. Thank you for your sacrifice.

Thank you for your service 🙌🏾

Knowledge isn’t free. You have to pay attention. 🌱 ⁠
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Most people don’t read. In fact, most won’t even read this post. ⁠
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Meanwhile, I’m trying to start my own library 📚. I definitely feel like the movie Fahrenheit 451 is not just a movie. ⁠
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One day books will be illegal. Until then, you can find me stock piling books in an undisclosed location for future generations. ⁠
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What books do I need to add to the archives? Let me know in the comment below 👇🏾👇🏾👇🏾⁠
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And which pic is your favorite: 1, 2, or 3? ⁠
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Today marks 10 years since I was sexually assaulted…

10 years and I still have residue from the trauma. You would think I would outgrow it right?

Nope.

I denied it for the first 4 years and told myself that it didn’t happen. That’s not what it was. Until I suppressed it so much that it began oozing out into other areas of my life, affecting my work and my close relationships.

Once I finally spoke up about it, opened an investigation, and had to talk about the event again and again and when it was all said and done, I let him go.

Why?

One, I was ending my military career and wanted to leave it all in that part of my story. Put it in a box, on a shelf, to be archived. Another part of it was it was a Black man that had violated me and I knew he had kids.

I don’t know his relationship and involvement with his kids but I knew I didn’t want to be the reason they had to grow up with without a father. Black men are so important to the family unit. Me sending him to jail would not take away the trauma that I had.

I share my story for my own healing but also to say if you know or love someone with PTSD, be patient with them. Sometimes even we can’t identify the cause of our distress.

In general, just be kind. You never know what someone is going through 🌱

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