Brittaney C. Major
Updated: May 29, 2019
“The day your wounds bleed more of wisdom than weeping and your scars scream of joy rather than pain; that is the day, you realize the reason for grace.”
“My name is Brittaney and I have scars that are invisible to the naked eye. They are hidden underneath the surface of my existence making them even harder to acknowledge and overcome. At one point, these mental scars tried to isolate me from my closest friends and family. Many mornings, I would have to fight to break free of their chains just to get out of bed. There were days when the sun just didn’t seem to shine on me as brightly as it could.
Over the past year, I’ve battled with my mental health. There was a time when I’d allow myself to fall into paralyzing fear, anxiety and maybe even slight depression. I would release words that set the world free of its bondage and, yet, come home to my own pit. Many nights, I saw death walk by my door and look me in my eyes like I owed it something. I made my bed in hell and allowed the enemy to make love to my mind. Taking every bit of truth I know and keep it locked away as a best- kept secret.
Sometimes, the hardest battles we’ll fight are the ones we fight in secret. The ones we’re able to shove in the closet when company comes over. But this year has taught me that the most powerful thing about the human body is it’s ability to heal and become whole again. My scars are a reminder to the devil that he lost. My scars are proof to myself that I survived. I’m Brittaney and I choose to live. But most of all, I choose to bloom.