The Gift That is Helping Me Heal

The Gift That is Helping Me Heal More Than My Body

This past week, I received a gift that brought me to tears! A brand new bed, given to me by members of my tribe who quietly came together and pitched in. I was completely overwhelmed. Not just by the generosity, but by what it stirred in my spirit.

It made me pause and ask myself, When was the last time I had a brand new bed?

The answer? Over 31 years ago.

That bed came after one of the many dark times of my life. when I left my daughter’s father after he ran me over with his car. I nearly lost my leg from gangrene. I was fresh out of surgery, scared, and starting over with a 6-year-old and an 8-month-old baby. We were moving to Fort Worth, a new city in a new state I barely knew, and I was on crutches with a U-Haul full of our life.

I had the best boss in the world! One of the angels who has helped me along my way. He took me to my surgery I had to have to safe my leg. He let me stay on his couch for several weeks so that the skin graph could take hold. Took me to the burn therapy I had to go to for recovery. When I was able to use crunches I got a few guys from the pool hall help me get my things, and move into our new little house. I slept on the floor in the house until I was able to apply for some furniture and get my first real bedroom set. That was the only time in my life I had a brand new bed. Never had a bedroom set before in my life. That's crazy isn't?

Since then, every bed I’ve had has been used, either gifted or bought secondhand. But never for my children. My girls always had the best I could give them, because I made a promise to myself that they would never live like I did. I grew up homeless. I knew what it meant to go without. And I was determined they wouldn’t know that life.

We lived in a better neighborhood than I could really afford, and I paid way too much for rent. But I did it on purpose. I wanted my girls to grow up in a safe area and go to the same school from kindergarten through high school. I wanted them to have stability.

I could’ve taken Section 8. I could’ve gone on welfare. And let me be clear, there’s nothing wrong with that. I know what it’s like to need help. I came from the streets. But for me, I knew if I went back down that road, I might never get out again. So I worked. Hard. I worked long hours every week to keep us in a good home alone, with no help from family and very little support from their fathers.

Like many mothers, I gave everything I had to my children. But somewhere along the way, I stopped giving to myself. I settled. I told myself I was fine sleeping in pain, dealing with the consequences of an old, broken bed that was making my health worse. I told myself I’d get a new one “someday” when the money was better. When work picked up. When the time was right. Which I am still waiting on that money break!

But someday never comes when you’ve been taught you don’t matter.

Until someone reminds you that you do.

A dear friend of mine saw my struggle and took it upon herself to reach out to others. Quietly. Lovingly. And they made it happen. They bought me a brand new bed.

The first night I laid down, I wept. The last four nights have been the best sleep I’ve had in I can’t remember how long. And it’s more than rest. It’s a healing I didn’t know I still needed. Proof that we are all students and all teachers.

So to the women out there like me, to the single moms, the survivors, the ones who always put others first and settle for scraps for themselves, please stop waiting to matter.

We were never meant to live a life of constant sacrifice. Yes, there are moments when we may go without, when we stretch, when we pause, when we realign but sacrifice as a way of life is a lie we’ve been sold by a 3D system built to keep us small, tired, and disconnected from our worth. We didn’t come to Earth to suffer endlessly. We came here to learn love, grow, and evolve our souls. True alignment doesn’t require us to abandon ourselves to prove love, loyalty, or strength. That’s old programming, and it’s time to break it. We must rewire ourselves to believe that ease, support, and self-nourishment are not luxuries they’re birthrights. We rise higher not by sacrificing more, but by receiving more with open hearts and healed minds.

We must break the cycle that says our worth comes from sacrifice alone.

You can take care of your children and take care of yourself.

You can provide and receive.

You can be strong and let others love you.

I should have done this for myself years ago. But I’m doing it now—and that is enough.

To my tribe, thank you. You didn’t just buy me a bed. You gave me a sacred reminder that I need to take better care of myself. I am completely grateful for not only the bed but the lesson that came with that delivery.

I deserve rest. I deserve comfort. I deserve to be cared for, too.

And so do you.

Be Blessed Beautiful Souls

The Unique TonyaLe

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