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Re-Create Your Crown: Rise Above Limiting Beliefs and Reclaim Your Power
Re-Create Your Crown: Rise Above Limiting Beliefs and Reclaim Your Power
Re-Create Your Crown: Rise Above Limiting Beliefs and Reclaim Your Power
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Re-Create Your Crown: Rise Above Limiting Beliefs and Reclaim Your Power

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Life has a way of dimming our lights, of making us feel like we are less than we truly are. We grow up with beliefs about ourselves - many of them negative - that shape the way we see the world and our place in it. These limiting beliefs are often rooted in our earliest experiences. In the ways we were treated, the things we were told, and the c

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Release dateNov 1, 2024
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Re-Create Your Crown: Rise Above Limiting Beliefs and Reclaim Your Power
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De'iona Monay

De'iona Monay is a passionate advocate for personal growth, empowerment, and transformation. Having overcome her own struggles with limiting beliefs, she is dedicated to helping others find their voice, reclaim their power, and live a life of purpose and fulfillment. Through her work as an inspirational speaker, youth mentor, and author, she shares her story and the lessons she has learned to inspire others to embark on their own journeys of healing and self-discovery.Contact the Author:email: [email protected]: https://www.deionamonay.comInstagram: @deionamonay

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    Re-Create Your Crown - De'iona Monay

    Chapter 1: The Seeds of a Cinderella Story

    My life began as a complex tapestry woven with the threads of my mother’s past—a past marked by rejection and a constant search for belonging and protection. My mother, who was adopted by her stepfather, entered a family that never truly accepted her. She was always the outsider, treated with subtle but unmistakable cruelty that made her feel less-than and unworthy of the love that was so freely given to her siblings. This was the environment I was born into, an atmosphere thick with the echoes of her pain and the unspoken understanding that I too was somehow not enough.

    From an early age, I became acutely aware of the stark difference in how we were treated compared to the rest of the family. It wasn’t subtle—it was glaringly obvious. While they enjoyed nicer cars and clothes, my mom, sister, and I were left to fend for ourselves, relying on Section 8, food stamps, and WIC. We were often handed down their old clothes in black trash bags—always the oldest, most worn-out things. I can still remember the distinct smell of my grandmother’s house whenever I opened those bags. It was a reminder of the divide between us.

    My grandparents sent all their children to college, but they neglected to do the same for my mom. I’ll never forget the day when my mom and I got into a verbal argument with her siblings. I was 14 at the time, and one of my aunts turned to my mom and said, And don’t call and ask my momma for any more money, as if they didn’t share the same mother. It was a real-life Cinderella story. My mother, though the firstborn, was treated like a stepchild after my grandmother remarried. Instead of an evil stepmother, my mom had an evil stepfather. She was forced to take care of her siblings and eventually sent to live with my great-grandmother, who raised her.

    But the moment that really opened my eyes came when I was 31 years old. My son was 5, and I had a speaking engagement. I asked my grandmother if she could watch him for a few hours, but she refused. She said she couldn’t because she had her other grandkids and that my uncle—my mom’s younger brother—would be upset. The most painful part was that she didn’t see anything wrong with it; she said it without a hint of remorse. That was when I woke up. The favoritism was blatant, and it cut deeply.

    See, I realized that this was not just an oversight—it was a clear message that my mother, and by extension, me and my son, were not worthy of the same love or opportunities.

    These experiences were not just isolated events; they were part of a larger pattern that left me feeling like an outsider in my own family. I grew up watching my cousins receive the finer things in life, support and opportunities that were denied to me, my siblings, and my mother. The message was clear: we were different, and not in a way that was celebrated or valued. This exclusion sowed the seeds of inadequacy in me, reinforcing the belief that there was something inherently wrong with me, something that made me less deserving of love and acceptance.

    Adding to this was the fact that my family placed a high value on education, particularly college degrees. In a family where success was measured by academic achievement, I felt like an outsider once again because I chose a different path. I am an entrepreneur, and while I have found fulfillment in this path, it was often seen as less than by my family and others around me. My decision to forgo the traditional route of college only deepened my feelings of not being good enough. It was another way I felt I did not measure up to the expectations placed upon me.

    These early experiences planted the seeds of my limiting beliefs. I began to believe that I was not worthy of the love I craved. Why else would I be treated this way? I did not understand the complexities of my mother’s past or the reasons behind her pain—I only knew the effect it had on me. I started to see myself as inadequate, unworthy of affection or kindness, and this belief became the lens through which I viewed the world.

    As I grew older, these feelings of inadequacy began to manifest in more profound ways. I became increasingly insecure, questioning everything about myself—my looks, my intelligence, my value as a person. I would stare at myself in the mirror, searching for something that would explain why I felt so unloved, so invisible. The more I searched, the more I found flaws, imperfections that seemed to confirm what I already believed: I wasn’t good enough. This was the story I began to write for myself, a story of not being enough, a story of a girl who would never truly be loved.


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    Most of the beliefs that limit us today have their roots deep in our childhoods, planted long before we even had a say in who we wanted to become. But here’s the thing: healing begins at the root. If we never go back and examine where our beliefs came from, we’ll continue to carry them like baggage, letting them dictate our lives without even realizing it.

    I challenge you to take a brave step today. Start by reflecting on your childhood. What were the messages you received? How were you treated? And how have those early experiences shaped the way you see yourself now? This is where the real work begins—by getting to the root of your trauma, your limiting beliefs, and the story you’ve been telling yourself for far too long.

    Ask yourself: What beliefs about myself did I inherit that I didn’t choose? How has my past shaped the way I show up in the

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