Ebony Palmer
Bio
I am an educator and writer, and I love nothing but to cheer others on during their journey on this crazy roller coaster called "life". I desire to inspire, to encourage, and to remind people how truly great and unique they are. Follow me!
Stories (3/0)
The Conversation
Stewart pressed the .380 firmly to the back of Ursula's head. Ursula was barely responsive to the gun's nudges as she sat with her hands and feet bound to the steel chair. Ursula's body was drenched in blood and sweat. The 9x9 concrete room felt damp. It stunk of sewer water and cement. Rats squeaked in the vents over their heads. There were only three bulbs lit of the eight plastered on the ceiling.
By Ebony Palmer3 years ago in Criminal
Listen to Your Gut
Since the onset of COVID-19 in the United States, I'm sure everyone can agree with me that life as we knew it would never be the same. Gatherings seem to be a thing of the past. Physical touch feels forbidden. And if I have to partake in another Zoom or Microsoft Team virtual meeting, I probably will scream or just quit my job. The absolute worst part? No matter how much you pack or how far you travel, you're still not prepared unless you have on a mask. However, ARKs (acts of random kindness) appear to be at an all-time high. I love to see celebrities, city officials, and businesses donate to those in need. It’s an infectious, indescribable feeling to me.
By Ebony Palmer3 years ago in Humans
A Seat on the Couch
I started therapy four years ago, and it was the best thing I've ever done for myself. I didn't realize that I had suppressed the pain of my broken heart trying to cope with my mother's sudden death at age 15. I was angry. Bitter. Upset. Confused. However, it was all shielded by accolades and smiles. Just when I thought I was stable, the onset of father's mental illness crippled me even more. I had no idea how to navigate my feelings and digest the new version of him. The absolute worst part- I didn't know how to help him. He needed so much and I felt incapable. I cried frequently. I felt like I was failing him, my family, and myself. Then, I thought a fresh start would renew my spirit, but relocating to Dallas only made me feel more alone. Sadder. Empty. Money wasn't the solution. The distance made matters worse. My biggest mistake? I had created such a "strong woman" facade that no one sought to check on me. If they did, I deflected because vulnerability scared me. Not to mention, sometimes talks with friends and family only infuriated me more. I had the audacity to expect them to know what to say or how to respond about situations they had never endured. This was my spiritual warfare, not theirs.
By Ebony Palmer3 years ago in Motivation