Scarlett Price
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I am a mom, and a domestic violence survivor. I love writing, reading, yoga, cake decorating and baking. I recently took up belly dancing. Writing is my passion and healing. Stay positive!
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Dear Future Husband Part 3
Hello my dear, You must be wondering as to why you are getting a third letter. Before I explain, I want to first say that I hope you are doing well. That you are taking care of your mind, body and soul. You need to love yourself before you can love another. I hope the sunrises make you smile, and the cold reminds you that you can feel. I know you’ve been waiting for me for a while and it seems like it’s taking too long. That while waiting you’ve faced hardships, heartbreaks, joy, and an endless wonder of where is your wife? Your better half to a very happy marriage.
By Scarlett Price11 months ago in Humans
The Last Hug
I can see the tears that are trying to hide behind alcohol, poisoned by anger. I am not blind to see the rage, the humiliation, or what you may fear. Your world is a mess, like a brain put in a blender and told to be “Okay.” How does one function when your nervous system is overloaded, and everything is misfiring? Like a bullet meant to hit the target but is now stray.
By Scarlett Priceabout a year ago in Men
Patiently Waiting
Relationships whether new or old will take work to make it work. I haven't written in a while because my life feels like it got sucked into a vortex of non-stop craziness. That I could never catch a breath or stop from crying with this whole custody battle. I am forever grateful I made it out of my domestic violence situation because my sister didn't. Many women don't. I have voluntarily remained in trauma counseling and seeing a psychiatrist. They help me heal from it all. Despite all the negative stigmatism from mental help, for me, it truly helps. I fully encourage others to seek that same support if needed. I was deprived of love and affection. When I felt ready to start a relationship I rejected any physical touch, any emotional support, anything good because I didn't know how to embrace it. How to acknowledge that I was allowed something good for once.
By Scarlett Price4 years ago in Journal
Wake Up
Everyone made it to the wedding. The snow stayed away for safe travels. Oh my, how wonderful it is to be here in my white dress. Wendy just turned twenty-eight and graduated college. She works at the hospital and so do I. Her babies have grown so much as well as Autumn and Bradley. My beautiful nieces and nephews to be flower girls and ring bearers along with my handsome little guy.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Humans
Patience
Patience I haven’t wrote in a while. It’s been calm and the storm has been silent. My heart is mending. I’m taking care of my mind, body and soul. The healing process is beautiful and morbid in the sense of remembering what happened and that I’ll no longer live that nightmare.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Motivation
Know My Name
I asked permission to write about a young woman's story. Her mother gave me the approval in hopes that by everything that I do on my behalf and everything her family and mom does, makes a world of difference for her. Let me introduce you to her. Her name is I'eshea Gibson, a mother of two beautiful children and fighting stage four stomach cancer. My hope is by the end of this story you'll remember her name each time the word "cancer" echoes.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Longevity
Dear Future Husband Part 2
I’ve written you a letter of promise to love you, to be faithful and to make a lifetime full of amazing memories. I’ve written other letters to you but nothing like this one. Today my heart felt peace in letting go of so much. There were others I thought was you and I was wrong. Your identity remains a mystery. If we shall ever meet or have met remains a mystery. I’ve gained so much perspective during solitude and waiting for things to slowly stitch back together. I’m still separated from the loving arms of my now, three year old son. I’m sure you’ll adore him; give him all the love a person has to offer to a child that isn’t theirs because of the love they have for the mother of the child.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Humans
Hear My Cry From The Other Side
The moment the world stops. You can hear yourself trying to catch your breath and your heart is pounding out of your chest. A moment a father screams out, "Oh, God No, Not My Baby" when the police came knocking at the door. It is a moment that you cannot explain or fully paint a picture of a parent's heart being ripped out of their chest. The breath was taken from you to try and grasp what was just said. Trying to remain in your body when you feel like an empty shell. Our hearts stopped beating the moment she drew her last breath, but we did not know it until the news broke and her babies were without a mom.
By Scarlett Price6 years ago in Criminal
An Open Letter To My Mom
June 14, 1988, I was born weighing six pounds and fourteen ounces. I was my mother's second child and now I am one of eight children. She will tell you today that I am most certainly her most stubborn one, truly living up to all the tales of red-headed girls with freckles. I was also the child that became an adult before I was ready. Being outnumbered, my parents needed help especially mom. Daddy had to work a lot to provide food and shelter. My parents would say my intelligence could speak volumes of the places I could soar just as long as I spread my wings.
By Scarlett Price6 years ago in Families
Eminem Is My Reflection
For those who personally know me would be baffled that I would find Eminem as my doppelgänger though it’s not looks, we are talking about. His music and life that he welcomed you in to is full of darkness, drugs, slashing wrists, domestic violence, fame, children witnessing it all and begging for their dad to stay. It’s a massive chaos of this man’s life that all began as a young child being raised by a single mom in a rough neighborhood. His life story is full of pain, some cringe at what he allows you to know and sing about. What he allowed his daughters to witness when he was grown. It’s a cycle that most children find themselves in, repeating the past of their parent(s) or and what they grew up to see.
By Scarlett Price6 years ago in Beat
