Thursday, September 12, 2013

Freeing Ourselves By: Anne Dorothée Constant

" As human we have to face our inner anger in order to make great changes in our lives"- Anne Dorothée Constant.

Life is about ups and downs, we encounter people, things that will make us smile, sad, and upset. We as humans have to find out about the secret key that will allow us to access true happiness. We tend to always dwell on the past and hold unnecessary grudges. 
Moving forward in life means letting go of what has hurt us and opening our arms to a bright future. This doesn't mean to act carelessly, it simply means to stay open-minded.

Freeing ourselves is about letting go of all the heavy chains that weight us down and stop us from walking to our true happiness. Freeing ourselves  is about accepting to live a stressfree and healthy life. 
We all have made mistakes in our lives, most of us hold ourselves responsible while the rest of us blame others.We should never walk away from our mistakes. We must face them and analyze how to swip away the damages we've done without causing any harm to ourselves or anyone around Us. We shouldn't condemn ourselves or others for what has happened to us. We have been put on this earth to go through rough and good times, to make mistakes and to learn from them, to love and to forgive. 
How can we want to move forward in life if we aren't ready to forgive, forget, and love again. We don't have to forgive and forget right away. We can take all the time necessary to clear our head, cleanse our heart and mind, but at a certain point of our lives we are going to want to let go. Let go of our emotions, let go of our anger, let go of our guilts, let go our pain and be ready to smile and live on.



Tuesday, July 16, 2013

The Troubled Soul. By: Anne Dorothée Constant

Death.
Should I wait for it, or should I look for it?
Am I being selfish for wanting to end it
Or am I for once pleasing myself?
What is like to die? And leave all those you loved behind? What is it like to leave so many sad faces and broken hearts? They call it death but its just a deep sleep ill be in. What is it like to be peaceful? To not feel any pain, to not feel weighted down by the hardship of life?
When I watch the dead, they seem relaxed, and well rested; but when I look around, the livings are tormented and broken. Is it what I want to keep on experiencing? Is it being selfish for not wanting to live another pain? Am I being ungrateful for the privilege given to me? Or does HE understand that I have no more strength left to fight? I won't live forever, I will die one day, but what if I choose the day, the time, and the place? 
I love you all but if I stay wouldn't it mean that I hate myself? I want to know the true meaning of peace, I want to be unaware of negativity. I don't want to stay in a corner and be depressed! I want this weight to be lifted up from my heart, my shoulders and body. I care for you all but if being selfish means for me to be happy, let it be. 
 Because I'm tired of fighting an already lost war.

The one that screamed,but never once was heard By: Anne Dorothée Constant

She hid her feelings so she wouldnt be hurt anymore
but it was killing her in the inside.
She blocked herself from the rest of the world
felt all sad and lonely and cold.
Never once she spoke her heart
for it was already broken.
Never once she opened up
for she was surrounded by tall walls.
She forgot how to smile
how to hug
how to love
for she was hurt so many times before.
She asked why was life so harsh on her?
but everything seemed silent
giving her more reason to cry.
She tried to scream at the top of her lungs
but no one paid mind to her
she knew she was alone.
had nowhere to go.
She swore not to give a chance anymore
but she knew that she needed to feel like before
this old feeling that would just fill her lungs with oxygen.
She was just another little girl who'd scream for some love
but no one seemed to care enough
to help her through her misery.
People saw what they just wanted to see in her.
Beauty but never knew what was behind these sad tears.
She walked alone, she died alone
and never once was heard.
she hoped for love but never found it
for it was far gone...

Sunday, July 7, 2013

On the Right Path! By: Anne Dorothée Constant

Who am I? What are my purposes? What do I want? What do I need? Who can I rely on?
Are these questions unanswered to you? Do you know where you're heading to?
I was just like that before! Lost, and hard headed. I thought I knew it all until I got my back pressed against a wall and was looking at all the mistakes I've done along the way.
My view wasn't pleasant, I had to find a way to help me grow mentally and transform me into a better person. Took me time but with a few steps that I followed, I became the girl that I never thought anybody would be proud of.

- Who are you?
Discovering yourself is the most amazing thing in life. By knowing yourself you will be able to identify your needs and wants, your purpose in life, and the type of friends you need around you.
 -Knowing YOURSELF isn't only about finding out what makes you happy or mad but this step is crucial. It will help you move forward and help you grow mentally and give you a healthy life.
 Some people don't believe in mistakes, but in my case the mistakes that I made shaped me into the girl that I am today. I found out that I don't need to act or dress in a certain way in order to be noticed! At all time BE YOURSELF! Don't follow the crowd. When confused, you won't realize whose footsteps you're walking on until you turn around and see all the dust you left behind. Talking to someone closed to you can help you find yourself. Take some time off, meditate, enjoy some quiet time. You will then get to the second step which is knowing your purpose in life.

- What are YOUR purposes?
Do you know what you were created to do? I didn't know who I was and what I wanted to do with my life until I discovered the real me. What I went through made me realize that I need to help those in needs. 
Be a LEADER not a follower.
If you keep following the crowd you will never know your purposes, you will always be the go-getter, and always will help build another person's dream. What about yours? Don't you have any? To become a leader you have to take a step back from the crowd you're in, study your surrounding, and use a strategy that is unknown around you. By doing something that you've never done before you will be able to put a difference between your needs and wants.

- What do You want? What do You need?
Not everybody knows the difference between their needs and wants. People always get them mixed up. You need to recognize the things you can live without and the things you can't. Sometimes your needs and wants might cross path but you should know which to prioritize and follow. Everybody wants an easy life, everybody needs a dream to live on. But they don't know to put their needs first. Without your needs you won't be able to accomplish your wants. For instance you want your dream house, well you need to work for it. Understand?

- Who can You rely on?
We all need someone to talk to, to confine in, to help us grow. But you should know who are the ones who will help you grow, not the ones who will destroy you. How can you be so sure? Who are they? Where are they? People who help you build your dream, people who are by your side through your bad times, people who share your laughs and cries are the ones you should start looking for and stick by. Know your friends, know which family member wish the best for you. Those ones will never criticize or question your actions, they will  always give you advice. Never let go of these people.
 With that neighboring you will grow the way you're supposed to. You will have an healthy living, your stress level will decrease because they will share your pain and help you carry your burden. You won't be alone, lost and confused.

Following these steps were not easy for me, I had no guidance so I had to find a way to mature and leave my old ways behind. I was not happy but knowing who I am, knowing my purpose and putting a difference between my needs and wants, finding my crowd helped me be a better person.
Who doesn't want to be happy majority of the time? 
 

                    Anne Dorothée Constant 


Friday, March 15, 2013

A Woman's cry By: Anne Dorothée Constant

Mistreated and abused
I stand alone pleasing the other sex.
I'm all confused
Wondering why such faith's been put upon my head.
I do all these chores
That're expected of me to do.
Despise my flaws,
I smile like a fool.

You think I'm inferior
Because I'm just a female,
But like an eternal fire
I'll always prevail.
You isolate me
Because we don't see eye to eye
But I'll put up a fight
Until you finally listen to me.

You call me a female,
Female is what I am.
But I'm not the weak creature
You imagine me to be.

I let out many cries
But you never hear me.
I die a little inside
When I think about how life would be without me.
I've been created to support you
But you think im no use.
But let me tell you a secret
I'm the angel that you always needed.

I'm your mother
I'm your sister
I'm your wife
Together we will build a life.
We will stay unified
For once upon a time
We were one.

I'm stronger than you think I could be
I go through a lot of pain;
I keep it all in
My courage's never in vain
Cause I love hard
I cry hard
I go hard to satisfy your needs.
But why are mine neglected?

You call me a female
Female is what I am.
I will never fail
To get my point across.
I'll keep screaming
Until you finally hear me out.


Thursday, February 21, 2013

My Annecdote Part 3: The Stand By Anne Dorothée Constant

    Have you ever wondered where and how you got the strength to get through certain situations you have probably thought impossible for you to overcome? And how you came out stronger than before? 
    There are two types of people. People who see things coming their way and get themselves ready, like a fisherman at sea who knows when a storm is to come, and people who have no idea of what's heading towards them and still live like there's no tomorrow. I was one of those who never knew what was waiting ahead for me. I always closed my eyes on everything. I often thought why look around for a soul if no one is paying attention to me. Why care when I'm not cared about? Why love if I'm not loved? I became so cold hearted overtime that it felt like it was the best place where I could be. Careless, arrogant, rude, and disrespectful was how I taught myself to be. These feelings were like a thick wall around me and no one could ever get through to understand me, for I never allowed anyone to be this close to my feelings. I thought that people would keep on hurting me if I opened up to them and let them know what was going on with me. I was so fed up of being the abused girl.
    I was so angry at the world that being rebellious was the only way I felt was appropriate for me to get even with whoever contributed to my pain. I wanted revenge. I wanted to hurt those who hurt me and make them feel what they made me go through. From the first person to the last. My mind was replaying all the events and I kept seeing the same faces again and again. I was ready! There was no rooms for second thoughts, concerns, and compassions. I was transformed. I was obsessed with getting the last laugh. I would not open up to anybody I encountered along the way. I would pretend to be nice and concerned then when they'd get comfortable and think they got me where they wanted me to be, I would strike with harsh words and actions and push them away. I would treat them like they were cockroach and crush them with disgust. All the pain that used to be visible on my face became a thick mask that covered a dark personality. The girl that was hurt before had a hurricane inside her that was waiting to burst out and destroy anything that laid at sight.
    I would not accept to be lectured by anyone, would not tolerate to get any advice. I remember I would get so furious that sometimes I would feel like physically hurting these people. I used to laugh at a lot of people's face when they used to show me how much they cared. This lead me to be sarcastic and always have this devilish look on my face accompanied by a smirk. The abused, hurt,  and destroyed girl was no more. I adapted inappropriate behaviors, did things I perfectly knew would infuriate my family, and friends of my family. I didn't care. I didn't care what they used to say about me or think about me. I was a stray girl. I would attack whenever I'd feel threatened.
    People say after the rain comes a rainbow. Somehow, there was a minority of people who had hope for me. Who always waited for me to become wise and mature. To me, wisdome and maturity come when you're being put in a situation where you have no sense of direction at all, where you're forced to take the wheels and become the captain of a ship. I walked along a dark tunnel for so long I thought I was lost, but one day I saw a light. A light that indicated me that I would no more be in the dark, a light that told me that all my depression, and sufferings were about to end. I remember it perfectly like it happened yesterday. It was during a counseling meeting that I reluctantly accepted to attend. We were asked to talk about our darkest secret. I didn't want to share anything about my life, but then a guy said, "it is better to share them with a stranger, because strangers won't judge you." I opened up and I started to cry. I cried because I was tired of my ways, tired of being angry, tired of feeling sorry for myself, tired of accepting to be teased. I was tired. I couldn't stop crying, I felt a heavy burden getting off my chest. I remember drawing a long breath as if I wanted to get rid of the last black feeling I had hidden inside of me. 
    I was taught to forgive and forget, I was taught to smile a lot and ignore things that weren't  essential to my well being. I became so grateful to those who never gave up on me, grateful to God for walking with me through the storm he had put in my life. I felt like my life was changing. I have seen the worst now was time for me to enjoy the good times. I went through a lot, my mother's death, being teased in school, being rejected, and a few breakups. All of that didn't matter anymore. A new day came upon me and I was welcoming it with open arms.
    Sometimes people tend to judge others by the way they dress, by their behaviors, but what you really do not know is what they are going through. They're expressing themselves in a way just because it can't get out verbally.Don't make it any harder than what they are experiencing, not a lot of people find arms to welcome them, ears to listen to them, and shoulders to support them. Offer them your help you don't know what a big role you might play in that specific person's life. I didn't have any support throughout this time of anger and depression because I didn't open up, I didn't open up because I was afraid of being hurt more. Don't make these victims uncomfortable, some don't even choose to see another day, and others persevere. I am glad that I stayed until the very end and became a perfect example for those who think that their lives can't be put back into places. Death isn't the only way out. I got out of the storm stronger than before I got in. I took a turn in my life where I was able to make a change, to make a stand.


     I would like to thank all my readers for providing me with their support, and giving me feedbacks, without them my work wouldn't be out there. I am so glad to have such a wonderful audience and I hope that my story can help those of you who are going through rough times. I went through your pain so I understand pain. Thank you so much.

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Thursday, January 10, 2013

My Annecdote Part 2- The Storm: By Anne Dorothée Constant

         Have you ever asked yourself what's your purpose in life, why your strength is constantly being tested? And why the rain comes with thunders, or if you will ever come out of the hurricane alive?
   
         Life is a classroom, the people that surround you are your classmate, your daily adventures and misadventures are the lessons that you're being thought, you can choose whether or not to learn something from them. It's your choice, but you also have to be aware of the consequences of your decisions. People say everything happens for a reason. But do you think there's a reason for everything? Or an answer for every question asked? Do you not think that sometimes you can prevent something from happening? You can't always say that "it was bound to happen." if you get arrested for selling drugs, are you going to say that it happened for a reason, that it was an eye openner, or are you just facing the consequences of your action? There's always a reaction to an action. Whatever a human being does, says, or thinks is on his or her free will, and there will always be a result at the end, whether it's good or bad. But if its something coming from nature, something that you have no control over, only then you can say that "it happened for a reason". But that's what life is all about right? You get knocked over, you get wiped out, it HAPPENS FOR A REASON, you have the right to decide if you want to get back up or lay flat defeated on the ground. You will surely face the prize of your choice.

            I always was treated as a reject. I always felt the need of being accepted by other people, which pushed me to go to the wrong crowds and tried to fit in. When I entered my teenage years, my father was already living in the United States, I didn't have a grown up to talk to me about life, about the basics of being a young teenage girl. I knew what I should and shouldn't do, but do you honestly think that what I learned in church, school, and in my younger years were enough to teach me about the long road that I had ahead of me?

          If you do not get lost, how are you ever going to know about alternate routes? If you do not make a mistake how do you intend of learning? Some of you might say you can learn without making any mistakes. To each his own, but are you really sure of that? You can learn by observing, but at some point you're going to mess up, and from there you might come up with a different tactic. Why? Because you learned from your mistake, nobody is perfect.

         I moved in New York in 2007. I was more than happy to see my father again and to actually get to live with him once more. Everything was going great but I had unfortunately lost any type of daughter-father vibe. The connection had to be re-established, and I was more than happy to welcome the thought of it. I had to also build a relationship with my step-mother and her daughter as well, which did take a lot of effort from me. Don't get me wrong I was happy about meeting them but I was perplex as well. I had no type of social skills, since I was always by myself playing. I didn't know if I would have been rejected or accepted.

           Time passed, I can't tell you how much of it passed but it did. I started to realize that the father that I knew in my younger years wasn't the same. Something about him was different. I stepped back and started closing in again. I didn't have the courage to talk to him about my needs and wants, I was afraid of hearing the few things he could have known about teenagers. I didn't feel the love that he once wrapped me with. I started listening to friends, doing what they were doing, talking like them. Then like the majority of teenage girl in America I started feeling the urge of experiencing new stuff, like drinking, hanging out, coming home late, lying, and so on. At the time I thought it was cool, thought I needed to do these stuffs, and for once I felt accepted, I felt wanted. These people I surrounded myself with became like a family to me, I related to them, they listened, and always came up with a solutions, that back then I considered good.

             I started wanting to have a boyfriend, to be hugged and reassured, to be told that I was beautiful, since I was deprived of all of that at home. I wanted to feel the love that I once experienced, a love that my big brother never gave me, a love that my mother took with her, a love that my father stop sharing. I wanted someone older to love me, to make me happy again. I thought that I'd had found it. My need has been abused. What a deception! Why couldn't I have the one thing I've ever asked for? I started feeling depressed in 2009. I felt useless, dirty, ashamed. I felt that even my own father was embarrassed by me. I had acted stupid a lot of time and he would always throw in my face how ridiculous I always made him look. At the time I thought he started to hate me, but now I see that he was doing it out of love. Because he knew his daughter deserved better and could do better. But what did I know? I was a teenager seeking for acceptance and love.
                I remember being so depressed and beat up by shame that I attempted to open the back door of my dad's car while he was driving on a highway, and throw myself out. I wanted to die. Something, a supernatural force held my hand and kept me seated. Every night I would pray for God to take my breath away, I would cry and wish I were dead, would not want to wake up and face life. I felt useless. There was no point of living for me anymore. I started drinking a lot. I became an alcoholic, I would drink to pass out. I remember almost dying once from intoxication, but my cousins rescued me. I started cutting myself. I was so tired emotionally that being physically hurt would ease my pain. My pain and sadness turned into anger. I became angry at God for allowing my mother to die, I became angry at my dad for taking me away from the house I grew up in, and not showing me his love, angry at my surrounding for introducing me to pain, angry at the guy who abused me, angry at whoever tried to lecture me, angry at the world. I was full of anger.
                 I was misunderstood by a lot, looked down to by those who were supposed to provide me with unconditional love. What really was there for me to live for?


                   If you want to know more about my bad lucks why don't you wait until next Thursday and see what happened on the last part of my Annecdote? Hope I keep you all interested.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

My Annecdote Part 1 (Intro):by Anne Dorothée Constant

    I grew up in the capital of Haiti, Port-au-Prince. At the age of 15 I came reside here with my father, my brothers, my step mother and her daughter. Now you might ask yourself where my genetic mother is, right? Well let's get back 8 years before my coming to America, when my life went from good to bad, and from bad to good at the same time. What the heck right?

    Well if you keep reading, your question will be answered.

    My name is Anne Dorothée Constant, I'm the cadet of a family of four. Like every other little girls I used to enjoy playing with dolls and having tea parties. The first 7 years of my life were the best, I had two parents that loved me and brought me gifts every time I didn't get myself in trouble. I loved playing with my siblings at home, in school, everywhere. It was good but at the end there would always be some cryings.

     My nightmare has begun in 2000, when my mother passed. I don't feel too comfortable talking about how this incident occured, so I will go a little bit further than that. Besides this is MY annecdote. After my mother's death I became lost, lonely. I know people always say a girl's best friend is her father, and I agree with that, but not having a mother is like a chair with a missing leg, or a house without heat during winter time, or a stove without gas. Useless I would say. I found myself with no one to confine in, no shoulders to cry on, no arms to welcome my broken spirit. My dad was as crushed as all of us were, I would catch him cry when he would thought that we were all asleep. I never went up to him and spoke about this matter until now. I knew it hurt him to lose his wife and the mother of his children. We lived with my mother's parents when my dad decided to go to the United States.

     I excluded myself from everyone, I stopped playing with my siblings, I kept all my feelings in. Was not a good idea. I started reading and writing a lot, and to tell you the truth, doing so would always get my mind off the harsh reality that I was facing at a young age.

    When I entered 7th grade which in Haiti supposed to be your first year in high school, I had only one friend. I had to find out how things worked on my own. I didn't have my older brother to guide me, he was too busy hanging out with his classmates. Boy was it a harsh experiment!

     I didn't have a person to look up to, a person to do my hair every morning anymore, a person to tell me I was beautiful. Indeed I still had my maids to wash and iron my clothes, make my breakfast, but what about my parental support. My grandpa, who was a tailor, would always be ready to go to his boutique since sunrise, and my grandma, who was a house wife, would stay home with the maids.

    Everyday in school, I would get teased and bullied because of my skin color. I grew up knowing that my black was refined and beautiful, I had nice long curls to die for, but it seemed like my mother went underground with my beauty. No one would ever look past my dark skin, students would call me ugly all the times, I would always go cry my eyes out in a corner, or in the bathroom.

    Being bullied is not a fun game to do, so I vowed to always protect my younger brother, who happens to be a bit darker with much more nice hair than I.

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Are you interested in finding out what happened next? Stay tuned for the second part of my Annecdote which will be blogged on Thursday, January 10