Yep …. That’s me. Silly. Loving. Thinker. Unique. Introverted. The name Joyfully Chrissy Lee was basically given to me. I’m always described as Joyful so hence the first name Joyfully. The Chrissy Lee came from one of the women that raised me (Grandma 👵🏾). My legal name is Christina but many family members call me […]Read More Christina 🌻
Ever watched a Boxing 🥊 Match? Ever seen the one who seems that they will end up losing because they are beat to a pulp? Eyes Swollen Closed, Face Beat Up, Blood Dripping Down Their Face. …. Just looking defeated Overwhelmed Beat Up & Broken down Each punch they receive breaks them more and more. […]Read More The Good Fight 🥊
“I would use my introverted nature to cover up my depression.”Read More Introverted to a Fault 😩
August 26th, 2017 7:21am Kissimmee, FL The day after Universal Studios – Orlando Florida. I was pooped. I walked into the living room … And there he was; My handsome, too smart for his own good, silly, loving 10 year old (Now 11 Year Old) was fast asleep. He was pooped too. Amusement parks can […]Read More Mind Over Mind
But what is the best way to cope? How the hell do you cope with losing someone you just saw?! Someone you just talked to?! No one was prepared?
Ugh …. the surprises in life that leave you feeling like it just smacked the crap out of you.Read More I miss you 😢
Dear J.C., I am flawed in many ways baby. I am imperfect, made a whole lot of mistakes in life, still learning and growing to be a better person all while being your mother. You see, once the clock (⏰) of motherhood started ticking on December 1st, 2006, it will continue to tick, until the […]Read More A Letter to My Son ❤
If you can. If you will. I want you to sit down and meditate on this following question: Are YOU living YOUR life for you? …. heavy question huh? No worries, take as much time as you need and let that question sink in. This blog will be here when you return. If the question […]Read More … and so, she decided to start living the life she’d imagined…
Growing up, I was forced to suppress the bad emotions. I didn’t grow up in an environment where expressing sadness or hurt was the norm. I was raised to walk with my head held high, smiling, giving the world the impression that all was well. In reality, all was not well ….. There were times […]Read More Writing the Pain Away ….