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    Dry Bones
    Dry Bones
    Dry Bones
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    Dry Bones

    By Sascha Ealey

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    Dry Bones is a thought-provoking memoir of my grueling journey toward peace and acceptance. My journey is one of abandonment, fear, rejection, unworthiness, shame, guilt, neglect, and growth. It was written with the singular hope that through my stories, young ladies can find their place and voice in their own journey through life. I touch based on what patterns I learned as a child and how that affected me throughout my life. My daddy issues and the emotional manipulation thrown at me by my father drove me to go down hollow streets, searching for things that were unattainable. It made me question my place in this world, and I thought that I had to feel less than from others in order to be accepted. Each dry bone has taught me valuable lessons in love and in life. Those parts of me constructed a beautiful person who doesn't need external acceptance.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFulton Books, Inc.
    Release dateApr 5, 2022
    ISBN9781639852383
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      Dry Bones - Sascha Ealey

      Acknowledgments

      I’d like to thank God for having his hand on me this entire time, even when I didn’t notice. You gave me the strength to push past my pain and toward my purpose. You kept that fire burning in my heart so that I could write this book, and it’s because of you that I know my worth and live the life that I’m qualified for.

      Mom, thank you for always believing in me. You showed me what it looks like to keep going despite the pain. Thank you for raising me the best way you knew how, all while making it look effortless. My strength comes from you.

      To my children, Niylah and Amar’e, I’m grateful to be your mom. Please remember that anything in life is attainable; you just have to believe in yourself and chase your dreams. I want both of you to know that you are in this world but not of this world. Don’t ever let the world tell you who you’re supposed to be. Be so secure in yourself that no one can tell you any different. Lastly, always keep God first.

      Niylah, you’re the best daughter a mom could ever ask for. I wrote this book so you don’t have to make the same mistakes I did; I hope you’ll always remember that your worth doesn’t come from boys, and I hope you never seek validation from them. Amar’e, always respect women and know that I’ll always try to protect you.

      To my editor, Yvonne Washington, thank you for sticking it out with me for four years as I struggled with putting myself out there. Thank you for supporting me in my vision and evaluating my work so that it resonates with my audience.

      To my readers, thank you so much for your support, and I pray that you find the courage to find your voice in any situation that you may face in life. I pray that you try to avoid my mistakes and find your own truth within these pages.

      Introduction

      Bones are the most incredible part of the human body, and they determine how we function in the world. Figuratively, my bones are my life experiences that have shaped who I am today. My memoir is a series of events in which my beliefs, thoughts, and behaviors forced me to look inward and assess my broken spirit so that I could ultimately heal from my emotional trauma.

      I want to create an honest depiction of a misunderstood part of myself. I want my readers to become emotionally tethered to me and my experiences when they read my memoir. I want to bring women together on relatable ground and have them look at my story through an unfiltered, judgment-free lens.

      Pathology is the study of the cause, origin, and nature of disease (mental/emotional/behavioral). My experiences became my personal pathology, and it infected the foundation of my life. The disease was readily carried by blood, and it was passed down to me. It was the elephant in the room that I could see and feel but that no one ever talked about.

      My story describes a pathology of abandonment, lack of self-worth, betrayal, guilt, and neglect. By telling my story, I want to touch base on what patterns I learned as a child. No one taught me about socializing or sex. Instead, I became a victim of peer pressure and then learned to avoid, dismiss, and ignore the truth.

      My personal and heartfelt desire is to find peace and healing. I am writing this book for me and for girls like me who will one day grow into women who may feel as though they are a broken shell of a person, desperately trying to pick up the pieces to heal.

      I’m writing from my heart to all single moms with the hope that it blesses them or gives them a glimpse into the world of being a single mom. I want people to feel seen and understood. By writing this book, I want to help someone else release and accept their truths.

      Know that I am no expert on life, neither do I claim to be one, and that everything I write is based on personal experience. My memories are imperfect, but I am sharing my story to the best of my knowledge and the names have been changed to protect the people attached to my journey.

      Part 1

      Childhood

      Chapter 1

      The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

      —Mother Theresa

      Daddy, don’t leave me! I screamed, gripping the cold, metal bedrails as the nurse wheeled me through the hallways of Long Island College Hospital.

      I’ll never leave you, baby. I’ll be right here when you wake up, he said, before letting go of my hand.

      The nurse wheeled me through the doors of the operating room with my parents

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