The Stories/The Whispers

We all carry stories and those hunting whispers—some from childhood, others etched by experience, trauma, or culture. These stories and low whispers even though so quiet somehow they shape how we see the world, how we move and see ourselves. Those low vibrations become the silent architects of our decision making, our relationship building and our self-worth.

For years, I lived by these silent narratives that sounded like truth but felt like chains:

- You have to be strong for everyone- The Black Church

- Rest is weakness- My Parents

- Your worth is measured by your productivity-Father

- Don’t ask for help—you’re the helper -Generational Noise

- Your not that pretty so make sure you are nice to people -Mother

These beliefs didn’t arrive maliciously. They were inherited, absorbed, reinforced. But they were never mine—not truly. And they certainly weren’t kind. And even though they were served slow and in bite size morsels, they were the very thing that choked me on a daily bases.

The mind is a powerful storyteller. It will repeat what it’s been taught until we teach it something new.

The moment I began to question these internal scripts was the moment I began to heal. Not because the answers came easily—but because I finally stopped accepting every thought as truth.

I started asking:

- Whose voice is this?

- You have to be strong for everyone- The Black Church

- Rest is weakness- My Parents for example-I remember Saturday early morning wake up calls. It is 7am in the morning, why are you still in bed. Mom it is Saturday we don't have school, she would reply, ain't no child of mine going to lay around and be lazy get up and do something, and If you can't find something to do I will find something for you.

- Your worth is measured by your productivity-Father

- Don’t ask for help—you’re the helper -Generational Noise - The White spaces I grew up in

- Your not that pretty so make sure you are nice to people -Mother

- Does this belief serve my healing or hinder it?

- What would I tell my daughter if she thought this about herself?

- What does grace sound like in my own mind?

And slowly, the stories began to shift.

I reframe “I have to do it all” with “I am allowed to rest.” 

I reframe “I’m too much” with “I am deeply worthy.” 

I reframe “I’m alone in this” with “I am held—in spirit, in community, in love.”

This chapter is about unlearning. About rewriting the mental scripts that keep us small, sick, and silent. It’s about choosing new language—language that liberates.

Because healing the mind isn’t just about thinking differently. It’s about believing differently.

And belief is where transformation begins.