Life Memoir Non-fiction Relationships

We must release our pain & LIVE

By Nola Chic

Life is too short, full of precious lives we get to share it with. At times we all can hurt each other, say hurtful things, sometimes we not only attack the physical self of others but in lashing out we always cut ourselves. I found that pain, is a learning experience, it hurts initially, starts to heal, you see the scab and once it’s heals it leaves a scar to remind of the painful experience, hopefully it will remind us to put a helmet on the next time. The heart in our body is designed to take in good and pump out the bad, it doesn’t keep all the pain inside of us we must release it… let it go 
I have been offended and have offended others, at this time I ask you to please forgive me, know that I have forgiven you long ago there’s no need to see you or hear the words. There’s so many lives leaving this earth, someone in terrible pain, someone scared, hungry, the devil himself is forcing someone to hurt someone in the most cruel volient way possible. Life is hard enough, we need each other to get through it.

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Published by Nola Chic

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...