I'm a rare bird that escaped her golden cage so that I could show the world that your broken wings CAN learn to fly.

My name is Royalty. No, not in jest, not a nickname, but my REAL name, god-given, revealed over time, much like me. I grew up on the Eastside of Detroit, the only girl born to my mother's side of the family since her own birth. Somehow, I always knew and understood people on a level that no one ever explained to me. I felt things, saw things, knew things that were truths they never shared or wished too.

 

The circumstances of my child hood left me with two volatile parental figures and a world full of difficult personality types that my survival rested on not only navigating but understanding so deeply that engaging with them felt like wearing my own skin. I became the counselor for adult situations I was never meant to be privy to, the crying shoulder for honesty best left unshared with a child, the head that wore the heavy crown of intelligence and boldness where quiet acceptance was rewarded and innovative thought was struck down. I hid, I cried, I begged, I pleaded, I was needed but not valued, used but not held close, reprimanded but never praised. I was afraid, alone, deeply wounded and the saddest a person could be, but somehow, some struggling personality always needed me more than I needed the quiet of death's release.

 

One. More. Day.

 

They need me for One. More. Day.

 

I realized that my worth and value was tied up in people's perception of my goodness and their perceived value of my offerings. I was the helpless helper, the broke giver, the depleted counselor with wounds so deep even Kanye's self belief couldn't fill them (Love you Omari). Something needed to change. I was tired of only living for everyone else's purpose, performing sanity, peace, abundance and confidence while being beat down by those who claimed to love the rare bird they never failed to come and show off as needed. So I started facing it all. I looked into my own darkness and decided that I could be my own guiding light. I took one step and never looked back.

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I picked up my hurt, fears, trauma and insecurities into a few suitcases and took my healing journey on the road because I have never been only about me. As I went about my healing, I was deciding how I would help heal the world, but in order to heal the world, I first had to see it and know for myself what was true. Along the way, my knowledge, spirit and personality has allowed me the opportunity to help individuals from the homeless to the high powered, some with the darkest of shadows, but for me, they unravel. I've been given the gift of comfort. I create an environment where the non-communicative, volatile and misunderstood can take rest. I'm the safest place on Earth, because I made myself a safe place for me. I can help you, I don't need to prove it, just connect with me, but if you aren't ready for that read a few of my posts, rest and stay a while, learning to fly is tiring business.