Incarcerated: Escaping the Prison of Your Mind
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You are not a prisoner of your past!
In this true story, follow a daughter longing for her father's love. Will she accept there is no earthly substitute that can fill the void of her father's embrace? How will she grab on to hope while facing her own inner turmoil? Most importantly, how does she escape the prison of her own mind to gain th
Cecelia Martin
Dr. Cecelia Martin, Ph.D. resides in Houston, Texas. She is a dynamic thought leader with a powerful story of survival, forgiveness, and hope. She effectively uses her life experiences and principle-centered leadership strategies to motivate others to their highest potential.She is an international speaker, best-selling author, coach, and leadership strategist. She travels around the world, offering her gifts through her thought-provoking teaching and life-changing framework the TEEM Leadership model. Connect with her at drceceliamartin.com.
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Incarcerated - Cecelia Martin
Incarcerated:
Escaping the Prison
of Your Mind
Dr. Cecelia Martin, PhD
Incarcerated
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Dedication
To my daughters, Tyler and Kennedy,
and my mom Linda.
I love you.
And to every bound soul, there is freedom.
Acknowledgements
First, I would like to thank my mother, Linda Joyce Freeman, the strongest woman I know, for all you have quietly suffered and endured. Thank you for allowing me to share a portion of your story with the world.
Thank you to my daughters—Tyler and Kennedy—for being honest critics and my biggest supporters. Without you, mommy could never do any of this. You are the most patient and understanding children ever to be born. God matched us perfectly.
To my brother Calvin, Jr., who is a better man than our father could ever be, I say with the utmost respect to our father, Calvin Simmons, Sr. Thank you for never giving up on me.
A huge thank you to DeAndrea Johnson for taking the writing journey with me, getting me organized, and pushing me to find my own voice. Because of your help, this body of work is a reality.
I am so grateful to my Aunt Mattie Howe for your love and transparency and for always being a bridge over troubled waters for the Simmons tribe.
Thank you to my childhood best friend Laynette Adams-Jacobs for supporting me through this gut-wrenching process and for laughing and crying with me always.
To every friend who has ever asked me to tell my story, here it is, in the raw, thanks for believing me. And finally, to my deeply flawed but loving father, Calvin Simmons, Sr., I know now that you did your best. Thank you for helping me to heal from within.
Special heartfelt blessings to TBN and Trilogy Publishing for partnering with me and letting my voice be heard.
Table of Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Preface: Touch
Girls with Guitars
He Touched Me
Malice
Kids Raising Kids
The Screen Door
Peas and Carrots
Where is Daddy?
Abandoned
Revival
Incarcerated
The Lumberjack
Texas Slim
Letters from Prison
A War-Torn Mind
A Father’s Love
He Touched Me Too
Afterword
Preface: Touch
touch
/təCH/
verb
past tense: touched; past participle: touched
come into or be in contact with; bring one’s hand or another part of one’s body into contact with; come or bring into mutual contact; be tangent to (a curve or surface) at a certain point; handle in order to manipulate, alter, or otherwise affect, especially in an adverse way.
As babies, we long to be touched. It’s a natural desire from the time we are born. Hold me!
is found in the echo of every cry from the crib. Frowned lips, balled up fists, a floodgate of tears roll in from the yearning to be touched. Feelings of safety and love exude in the soothing touch of a parent.
But what happens when a child receives a touch that causes anxiety and injects pain? The kind of touch that sours the soul and suffocates all sense of love and security. An ungodly connection that erases innocence and incriminates joy.
The touch becomes a never-ending reminder that something unusual happened that can never be erased. A touch lingering, taking on a life of its own, shaping your development, plaguing the mind. The type of touch that takes years to understand. It’s remarkable how one single touch changed the course of my life.
Girls with Guitars
After twenty years, Linda and Joycelyn were together for the first time. It was an awkward but necessary situation. Linda didn’t know how Joycelyn would receive her but was willing to take the risk of rejection if it meant she’d have a better life. She hadn’t seen her mother Joycelyn since she was a baby. Her biological mother was a mere stranger who was abruptly forced to take her in as a living companion. It wasn’t the ideal situation for either of them, but Linda was going to make it work. She had no other options.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Linda begrudgingly rolled onto her side. With her face half pressed against the pillow, she swatted the button of the clock for the second time. Ignoring the alarm once again, she retreated into the comforts of her bed and nestled the small of her back into the mattress for a few more seconds. Now staring at the white ceiling, hands resting on the center of her stomach, she exhaled. The cool fog of stale morning breath greeted her nostrils, triggering her memory that the window was still open from the night before. The sound of sirens wailing in the distance nearly overshadowed the short high-pitched squeak of the bus slipping onto the worn crevice of the street. The familiar sound of the metro doors swung open, ready to gulp the large group of people waiting at the stop. I had better get up. Linda tenderly released her bedsheets, dragging her body upward, and scooted to the edge of the bed.
Linda was 5’5 and never weighed much of anything. At a whopping hundred and ten pounds, she still maintained her girlish figure. That was ten pounds more than she had before giving birth. Joycelyn, just eighteen years older, somehow managed to keep an hourglass figure too after nine kids. Linda was the oldest of them. They said good genes run in the family. Except she had never known this side of the family.
After wiggling her toes into the blades of the plush throw rug, Linda pushed her fingers through her freshly permed hair, adjusted the straps of her tank top, and began a mental checklist of the day. Milk, detergent, oatmeal, cheese slices… and I can’t forget the trash. Continuing about her morning routine, tending to her face, teeth, hair, she took another glance out the window before slamming it shut. With perfection, Linda quickly made her bed, fluffing the pillow, then pulling and tugging the comforter to rid any sign of wrinkles. She grabbed her uniform from the closet but not before disposing of the half-eaten bowl of soup sitting on the nightstand from the night before. The plastic bowl clanked against the congregation of empty cups and beer cans as she tossed it into the trash can. It was an enjoyable sound after a long weekend with her brothers. Feeling anxious, she took another glimpse out the window to see if Joycelyn was waiting.
Joycelyn had left a few minutes early to start the car parked in the garage. The brown 1965 Chevy Chevelle belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, who lived across the hall in apartment number thirty-two. The young couple worked early mornings. Linda and Joycelyn were on the second shift. The Johnsons let them borrow their car two or three days out of the week to get to work, particularly when it was cold. They were good neighbors and looked out for each other. Linda and Joycelyn would borrow the car and, in return, kept it filled to the brim with gas for the young couple who was always trying to make ends meet.
Oh, c’mon, not today, please start,
Joycelyn pleaded with the car while giving it a crank. The Chevelle was a little worn but capable of making the trip to work if and when it started. Joycelyn rocked her foot back and forth on the gas a few more times, and vroom, vroom. Ah yes, thank you!
She breathed a sigh of relief, briskly rubbed her hands together, then up and down her arms while giving the car time to heat.
Linda took another glance out the window and saw Joycelyn pull up near the alley. There she is! She snatched up the trash, her lunch bag, and her coat. Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Johnson! Have a good day!
she yelled loudly while pulling and locking the door shut. Linda dropped the black bag of trash into the shoot then hurriedly walked down the hallway toward the elevator. Like most families in Washington, D.C., Linda and Joycelyn lived in a high-rise apartment, a building that was never quiet. The hypnotic beat of go-go music vibrated from one cracked windowpane to the next. Restless dogs barked at the sounds of planes flying overhead. Voices escalated in the hallways competing with the symphony of cars honking on the streets. The sound of television drama bellowed behind closed doors. Linda slowly grew accustomed to the sounds of urban life. It was easier to get used to than the cold. The weather was brutal compared to the never-ending summers in Texas. Even her heavy wool coat couldn’t keep her warm enough as she exited the building into the alley. The breeze that lingered between the concrete structures always seemed to sneak up on her and catch her by surprise. She dashed out of the cold into the car.
They always left an hour early, which gave Linda enough time to take in the view. It never got old. I can’t believe I’m really here. She was awestruck at the unlimited number of restaurants, storefront cafes, and street food vendors where well-dressed people stood in zombie-like fashion waiting to be brought to life with a another cup of joe. I did it. I actually made it. Linda really hadn’t made it far enough. It was just the beginning of what would be a very long ride in her life. But for the moment, it was the most important milestone that she had accomplished, making it safely to Washington, D.C. with her children. I wonder if she’s happy that I’m here. I never dreamed I’d be riding to work with my actual mother. This is kind of nice.
Joycelyn had both hands on the steering wheel, carefully navigating the crowded streets while Linda continued to take in the view. She delightfully gazed at the big afros and fitted bell-bottoms. Hipsters moved about; shoulders flanked with shirt collars resembling the wings of an aircraft. No one dressed like that in Diboll. The east coast was vastly different from the quiet town where she grew up, that’s for sure. The District of Columbia was bustling and vibrant. The mostly flat, sometimes hilly sidewalks of the chocolate city were flooded with people. The gray sidewalks that wound around the city were a novelty too. There wasn’t much need for concrete pathways in the small town of Diboll, (pronounced Die-ball) Texas.
Joycelyn pulled up to the office gate and flashed her badge through the car window at the security guard. Linda was still counting her blessings. Man, I’m really lucky. If my mother hadn’t gotten me this job, I don’t know what I would’ve done, she thought with a heart full of gratitude.
After a few minutes of fishing for a parking spot in the poorly light garage, circling one level after the next, Joycelyn stuffed the faithful Chevelle in a narrow parking space. They entered the building and took the elevator to the tenth floor to clock in. As usual, Linda began her nearly perfect cleaning routine. She dusted the furniture, desks, and