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After two long months, I've decided to inform my subscribers and those who know me from Vocal that I'm officially leaving the site. After displaying my concerns about lack of representation and creating a challenge to help those in Ukraine allegedly, I've been disappointed. As I've stated many times before, I consider myself an OG to Vocal, and my being a ride or die for the company since 2018 should speak volumes. I still haven't received a letter or email from the managers, PR, or the CEO on improvement.
What's In A Name
Hello, My name is Teisha LeShea, and I am the current admin for Vocal Creators Saloon. The group has been active for over a year, with over 500 active members. The priority of the group is engaged and maximizing your read count. I've enjoyed being the admin of a group of writers. I've made great writer friends who support me and my writing journey. Although I'm the head admin, I want to reiterate that I'm a writer first.
I made a spur-of-the-moment decision a day before Valentine's Day last year, and that was to create my own Vocal Facebook group. I don't want to bore you with my redundant story, but I've written about my account here. Besides those reasons given in that article, another reason why is at the time I wasn't working. I just came off carpal tunnel surgery, and the recovery process was and still is long; my hands will never feel the same. I would throw a tantrum, but I don't want to mess up my hands anymore anyway I could barely write, and the Facebook groups I did participate in were very meek. I tried to breathe life into those groups without disrespecting the admins. Still, somehow, I stepped on a few egos, so I decided to use a hiccup into a challenge and create my own Facebook group Vocal Creators Saloon. For the first few months, I was excited, motivated, and open to creating a community that many members yearn for during lockdowns. Everyone seemed vulnerable and sensitive and had time to engage with fellow writers. Once outside opened and the lockdowns lifted, my group took a nosedive into the depths of hell. Engagement went down, helpers that would help me no longer wanted to, members talked less and posted their stories more, and I found myself working overtime to breathe life back into the group.
Enough With The Buzz Words
Note To Reader: This will be the first and very last time I have an opinion on this. Conversations such as this one don't feed my mind and soul. I would instead do something more productive like shadow work, meditating, going to therapy, and healing my inner child. I can't constantly entertain the foolishness that comes out of people's mouths, and most importantly, I am not a feminist.
Metamorphosis In Real-Time
Have you ever met someone and thought to yourself, "wow, we have so much in common." Creating the Vocal Creators Saloon has allowed me to meet writers like me, who I've probably would've never met. I can say that I've met some unique writers that I consider friends in the writing space. The writer I wanted to spotlight today is Christina Defeo. I constantly thank her for taking a chance on my group and me. We instantly clicked because we had so many things in common, from profession to sharing a birthday with one of her kids. I never thought I would connect with a person like her before becoming a Vocal member. She and I have bonded way beyond writing. We've had discussions on spirituality, writing, offering encouraging words, and constantly uplifting one another.
5 Lessons My Four-Year-Old Niece Taught Me
If you didn't know, I have love and admiration for my nieces. I learn something from them every time I see them. In many ways, they're a blessing to their parents, but they've been a blessing in my life. I enjoy spoiling them rotten and showing them unconditional love and affection. I plan on being the aunt they love to be around, and they can trust and get advice from since Nylah, the one-year-old, can't hold a conversation; I want to turn my attention to my four-year-old niece Islah.
Part II Of My Favorite Idris Elba Movies So Far
I had so much fun writing part I of this mini-series that I had to return for part II. This list is for entertainment purposes with a mixture of being a fangirl but, that's beside the point. I think it's essential to give the ones we love and admire their flowers. Why wait until someone is gone to profess your love and admiration for someone? It's not like they can read it. As I was writing out the list, I noticed that I would indeed be writing a part three; why? Because I can, and that's my business in my Tabitha Brown voice. There's plenty of sobby sap stories on the world wide web; it's time to have fun and get lost every once in a while, and why not do it while watching my husband, who doesn't know is my husband?
My Favorite Idris Elba Movies So Far
If you don't know my love and admiration for Idris Elba, now you know. I've been thinking about the first time I laid eyes on him for days, but I can't recall. But, I do remember him being on the cover of Essence Magazine with this warm grin, sparkling whites with a crisp white unbuttoned shirt. His eyes said, "come here," but his smile said, "I know I look good." Recently he was a guest on the "Who We Be" podcast, and to hear that he never found himself attractive because of this profoundly melanated skin growing up made my heart melt. The "Sexiest Man Alive" never viewed himself as sexy.
If you ask anyone who knows me, they will tell you that I am not an animal lover. I admire them from afar and respect them but do not look to me to have them for pets. What is odd is that I've wanted a dog for some time now, more like an emotional support dog. For as long as I can remember, the majority of my dreams have had animals in them. They tend to rotate from exotic cats to rats; some have been nightmares. My goal is to find out what they mean so you can find me Googling 2:30 in the morning in a cold sweat.
Hey, Pick Up Your Sh*t
I live in a high-traffic neighborhood; you're one block away from Adams Ave, an array of cafés, bars, restaurants, dry cleaning, dog groomers, laundromats, barbers, and sports bars; your simple errands are only a few blocks away. I love this neighborhood because everything is within walking distance away. I can walk to the Post Office and get a pedicure on the same street. It's paradise. Every year Adam's Ave has a street fair; unfortunately, the pandemic has it shut down temporarily. My neighborhood has a theme of naming streets after U.S presidents, so if you guessed that Adams Avenue was named after sixth president John Quincy Adams, then I would say that you're correct.
Writer Spotlight: teisha leshea
What started as a journey to practice vulnerability has turned into a healing portfolio and challenging one's writing muscle. Since 2018, Teisha LeShea has shared her most vulnerable stories that challenge readers intellectually that create talking points during Thanksgiving dinner. Since a preteen, Teisha started writing her thoughts in a journal about what else? Puberty, friendships, fitting in social circles, and school crushes. It wasn't until her junior year in high school she took a leap and wrote reviews for her school newspaper. After spending her early to mid-twenties going through the many challenges of life, it wasn't until 2018 that seeing a Vocal ad on Instagram made her pick up her pen and write again. Writing has allowed Teisha to be free from doubt and insecurities. It's a form of expression that has allowed her to come into her own.
How To Overcome Anxiety
2016 was the worst year for my mental health; at the beginning of the year, I was diagnosed with mild depression and was experiencing suicidal thoughts. The last time I even thought about ending my life was when I was twelve; I haven't thought about suicide since that moment. I have to explain what suicidal thoughts are for me. I never wanted to die, and I enjoyed earth and my family. If I had the chance to kill anything, it would be my thoughts. My mind would never stop over-thinking and over-analyzing things; those thoughts would translate to negative thoughts about myself after some time. During that time, I felt like a failure. I left a job I didn't want to go to; I started a new career I hated and experienced colorism from my supervisor.