PRONOIA JOIA

PRONOIA JOIA

Hey friends! The name's Joia aka Auntie JoJo. I like to write uplifting think pieces, poetry and short stories about personal development, healing, and relationships.

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  • PRONOIA JOIA
    Published 6 months ago
    001: Letters to my kinfolk...

    001: Letters to my kinfolk...

    Say Kinfolk... You know, unexpected conversations are my favorite kind of dialogue. Especially with people who are younger in age, or those elders who seem to remain youthful in spirit, though life’s clock has denied them the luxury of a slow pace in the race toward our shared inevitable fates. It is in these conversations I find myself most aware of my own hang ups about the “what if’s”, while allowing myself the space to grow from the wisdom gained from varying perspectives. Where we all tend to meet in the middle, and what I find most interesting there, is that life is never as bad as we perceive it to be. Our memories are usually fragmented from our traumas which then lead us down a spiraling path to search for ourselves somewhere along this journey we call adulthood. I, in no way, set the intention of discrediting a traumatic upbringing to make my case in this letter. Our experiences are valid and no one should understand the emotional toll taken on one’s life, unless the other party has indeed, walked a mile or more in the other’s shoes. I only bring the subject of childhood trauma to the forefront of my argument to highlight the enlightenment attained through the recollection of my own childhood with a young man, a brilliant mind younger than myself, my little brother. So here’s what happened…