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QUICK THOUGHT: “I’LL SUCK THE SOUL OUT YOU!”   @SHANTELLEWRITES FEB 8, 2025 Reflecting on my man’s comments about why men finally settle down. FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOD Genesis 2  | ADAM AND EVE 15  The Lord  God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it. 16  And the Lord  God commanded the man, “You are free to eat from any tree in the garden; 17  but you must not eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, for when you eat from it you will certainly die.” 18  The Lord  God said, “It is not good for the man  to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” 19  Now the Lord  God had formed out of the ground all the wild animals and all the birds in the sky. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name. 20  So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds in the sky and all the w...

His Hands @shantellewrites started May 22nd, finished November 9th, 2022, My experience becoming trauma-bonded to a narcissist. “THE MOMENT YOU’VE CONVINCED SOMEONE THAT YOU TRULY UNDERSTAND HER DREAMS AND FEELINGS (THE WHOLE WORLD THAT SHE INHABITS), MENTAL AND BEHAVIORAL CHANGE BECOMES POSSIBLE, AND THE FOUNDATION FOR A BREAKTHROUGH HAS BEEN LAID.” - Chris Voss, Never Split The Difference: Negotiating as if Your Life Depended on it. His hands are what I love most about him. I’ve sat at the foot of his bed to massage his hands and his forearms from a work injury I can’t even remember right now. I doubt he remembers injury because he fearlessly approaches each day. I doubt he remembers I cared for him. I watch him wake without the anxiety, that keeps me from slumber. I don’t really sleep because I panic about waking up. He’ll quietly meditate and smoke his black before slipping into his work clothes. Well he doesn’t really slip  into them, but he puts them on fast. When he gets up...

The Magic Trick to Gratitude Lists @shantellewrites  Wednesday, April 13 2022 This is my first blog and to share it I had to overcome the fear of being wrong. I had to radically accept that I never have to be right. I plan to update previous entries and to explain why I changed my mind. Our writing–my blog and your comments–is a 2-way relationship. We play no roles because everyone we meet is a personified soul to LOVE, observe, and learn from. There are no good or bad people; no Lower Powers. I fear regret more than failure. Artwork By Shantelle Wright “I’m telling you, you got to be the shit to you. Stop waiting on a nigga to verify whether you the shit or not. If you the shit you the motherfucking shit. We tired of you getting with us and blaming us for shit we ain’t even in control of. You done got with a nigga now you talkin bout ‘You fucked up my self esteem.’ Bitch it’s called self esteem! It’s esteem  of your motherfucking self. How the fuck could I fuck up how YOU fe...