10/10/2025
My voice remains the whisper of the wind as it dances through the trees; yet, it feels akin to a time capsule slipping further away from the realm of reality. The hours dissolve into days, and this entrapment has evolved into a more profound snare that has persisted for months. While I remain present in these ephemeral moments, it has now been seven years, further depleting my desires amidst exhaustion and fatigue, not merely denial, dismissal, and erasure. I shall rise from this capsule; my flickering light is kindled by a smoldering lack of vitality, desperately flickering, refusing to extinguish. I acknowledge and recognize the importance of seeking out and admitting to a single act of kindness amidst the severity of the behaviors I find myself engulfed in and perpetuating. This conjoined state of reluctant defiance and hyper-vigilance has led me to contestations that generate a persona I do not wish to embody.
In my pursuit of transformation through trauma, I must confront the harms I am perpetuating through my actions, as well as those inflicted by my actions. It is evident that my yearning for recognition, support, and guidance has overshadowed the realities I have reversed, intertwined with various forms of brutality, which has culminated in a person shrouded in inferior darkne .
I speak of you, my saviors, as I share my truth and incorporate advocacy, legacy, unity, and dignity to restore my identity as a successful, tenacious, consistent, honest entrepreneur, mother, grandmother, and inner child of documented genocide. I cannot navigate this transformative journey alone, as we are meant to evolve together as one.
By admitting that I can seek help without succumbing to shame, I recognize that it is far more shameful to remain in darkness with only a smoldering flicker of light. Breathing in the blue skies dispels the dark cloud that currently looms over me. With your one shared post being a random act of kindness, it might construct the necessary foundational structure imperative to reignite that smoldering spirit into a flame, casting a beam of hope into the light for all to forge ahead. Not just for the well-being I speak from my inner child, who also merits acknowledgment. Can you assist in some manner by advocating my truth to restore structure to my flickering light? Peace be to us all as we bring this forward at no cost other than an act of dignity, salvaging me from further erasure and darkness.
As I continue to move forward with the truck and trailer that was supposed to be returned almost two and a half weeks ago, I advance with this post as I cross the border to return home to family and reservation. I bring forth both hope and embarrassment in admitting that I need help and the strength that I am mustering by asking for it. By the beach, amidst the drums of a powwow held on October 4th and 5th—the first in 200 years—I utilize this as a stepping stone, a dignified act at no cost except one act of kindness from each and every one who reads this. If you wish to contribute, we can seek a foundation of healing, truth, reconciliation, treaty rights, and Indigenous Day together, breathing in blue skies and dispelling dark clouds for all who are smoldering. I apologize to all I have hurt, to all who have been misdirected or misguided by my actions, and I take responsibility. I ask for acceptance of my apologies and request your understanding of my disparities. I will surrender this, but not without your assistance, standing tall with the breezes through the trees, resonating with the vibrational forces of the wind, my whispering voice embodying endurance, hope, authenticity, and legacy as a First Nation daughter of the Dawnland, Lady Mikmaq.
In pursuit of transformation through trauma, I must face the realities I have caused and those I embrace. Recognition, support, and guidance—I need them all, it's true. Confronting the brutal reality, I must navigate anew. Shrouded in darkness, inferior I stand in my pain, but with my saviors by my side, my identity I shall regain. Advocacy, legacy, unity—dignity at my core, I will transform into success and shine brightly once more. Together we will journey through the darkness to the light; there is no shame in asking for help, as we embrace the brighter sight. Breathing in the blue skies, blowing out the dark clouds with one act of kindness, sharing my truth, together we shall rise above, standing steadfast with dignity and gratitude
