New Book – I’m Not Crazy

Imagine waking up one day different. You can’t explain it, but something just isn’t right. One minute you’re happy and the next sad. One moment you’re loving and the next angry. The voices you hear, the different moods you experience and the sad looks in people’s eyes makes you wonder if you’re losing your mind.

For Savannah Graft, she’s been dealt some heavy blows in her lifetime, but has managed to overcome them. Now, happily married to her husband, Pastor Shane Graft, mother to Kennedi and Baby Shane, First Lady of Victory Temple and the owner of SG Graphics; life is good.

Until one morning, she woke up different. She isn’t herself, yet she can’t see it. She recognizes something is wrong, but she can’t explain it. All she knows and continually says, I’m not crazy. Truthfully, she isn’t she’s depressed.

In this book, we begin a conversation to peel back the layers of postpartum depression, in the home and in the church. Although this is a work of fiction, every day somebody is dealing with the effects of mental illness and depression. In the church they tell you to pray and fast more. In the world, people say you’ll be okay, but how do they know.

Read Savannah’s story to see if she finally admits to needing help or will she continually hide from fear of herself, judgment or ridicule.

I’m Not Crazy is now available for download on Amazon Kindle and Kindle Unlimited. Paperback version will be available soon.

Dear Sister,

What we ain’t about to do is continue pouring the gifts, God has given us, into fruitless relationships. We are not about to continually spread the untrue news that all men are bad. Hold on, some of the men may have been raggedy, but not all. Here’s the truth, and this may sting a little but I need you to get this … IT MAY BE YOU!

See, God has created you with strength that can stretch you pass your limits, favor that can withstand fights that should have defeated you and glory that shifts you from ordinary to extraordinary. You just have to know this about yourself. You are the bomb, damnit, yet you don’t trust your opinion of you.

Want to know why? I’ll tell you, even if you don’t. You haven’t taken the time to get to know you. You jump from relationship to relationship without grieving and healing from the one that ended. You lay in beds, creating soul ties with folk and you don’t break them. You continually diminish the power you possess in your head, heart and between your thighs.

Here’s what you do, HEAL YOU!

Have a funeral for everything you’ve lost, grieve it and heal. And while you’re on your healing journey:

• embrace YOU
• spend time with YOU
• love YOU
• get to know YOU
• believe in YOU

If not, you run the risk of raising little examples of broken you and that’s not fair to them.

My sister, it’s time you healed. You’re too old to be in the shape you’re in. You have children that shouldn’t have to keep watching momma arguing, fighting and crying over somebody God didnt create for you. You’re too beautiful to keep lowering your standards. And you’re too gifted to be treated like trash.

What we will do, from this point on, learn our worth and demand it!

Signed,
A sister who wants to see who whole! 💚

PS — The #SurvivingMe journal is available for you.

Free Book

2:32 AM

For the next 2 days, you can download 2:32 AM for FREE on Kindle.

Click HERE to download it.

Synopsis:

What do you do when you’ve lost your baby and your faith at 2:32 AM?

The bible tells you how to fight the enemy but what do you do when it feels like it is God you’re up against?

Charlotte’s nightmare began at 2:32AM, the morning she experienced the most unimaginable pain ever, the loss of a child.

Now, she finds herself angry at God. She trusted Him and He took her only child. She prayed to Him and it seems as if He has turned His back on her. And if things could not get worse, hell keeps showing up at her door.

What can she do, when she continually cries in the darkness but gets no answer? Where can she turn when it feels like her back is against the wall and there is no way out? Who can she depend on if God let her down?

Questions Charlotte ponder when the memories snatch her from her sleep at 2:32AM. Questions that make her angry because to her, God has forsaken them.

Click HERE to download it, then tell a friend or three.

Happy Reading 💚

New Book Alert

Last call signifies closing time is near, either you place your last order or settle any open tabs. In life, it’s when you’re fed up and a decision must be made … Should I Stay, or Should I Go?

For Lillian Weaver, last call could be a possible end to her seven-year marriage to Blair.

Blair, the owner of a popular bar, B Squared has allowed success to go to his head. Now, his pride and ego are bigger than the promises and plans he once made with his wife. A wife, who no longer recognizes the man Blair has become. He used to be loving and kind, someone she was willing to sacrifice her own dreams for.

Until one day, he changed. His demeaning language and disrespectful actions leaves Lillie confused, hurt and tired. Will Blair’s pride cause Lillie to walk away and him lose it all? You’ll have to find out in this Christian Fiction novella, Last Call.

Available Now — HERE


Excerpt

“Baby, it’s been too long since I’ve danced,” I tell her.

“Me too but hey, it’s great cardio.”

“Let’s get out of here because I’m starving.”

“We can always hit up CK’s like we used to do in college.”

“Yes,” I sing. “I haven’t been there in forever.”

Thirty minutes later, Hazel and I are enjoying our food.

“So, what are you going to do now that you’re divorced and on your own?” she asks me.

“I’m going back to work at the West Clinic. It’s only part time but I’m excited.”

“Really? Why? I know you don’t need the money.”

“I know but I’ve been helping Perry—”

“Wait,” she interrupts. “Perry is the moving company guy whose wife was your patient before?”

I nod. “Her name is Gillian and she’s going through chemo for the second time in 18 months. I’ve been over to their house a few times helping her after the treatments and I miss it. Not the nastiness of it but the part about caring for the patients.”

“You’ve always been great at that. I remember when your grandmother was sick, you took very good care of her.”

“I know, and God knows I miss them. If my grandpa was still living, I probably would have moved back to Mississippi and reopened the diner.”

“Not that dingy ass diner Blair is always bad mouthing?” she laughs.

“Child forget him. That diner saved his tail, plenty of times after his mom ran off with the money he’d saved for college. Anyway, with BJ turning a year old soon, I think it’s time I do something for me.”

“Well, I think it’s a great idea and I’ll help with BJ.”

“Hazel, thank you.” She is trying to swallow her coffee to stop me from saying it. “No, listen. I never got to thank you for that night at the apartment. I had a feeling Blair was lying but, I was mad and hurt. It seemed like everything was hitting me at once. Man, it felt like my heart was in a vice grip,” I say patting my chest. “Yet, you stayed. Not only that, you prayed and held me into the early morning. Thank you for being there because I needed you.”

Her eyes fill with tears as she grabs my hand.

“Lillie, you’re my best friend. If I can’t be there for you while you’re hurting or willing to petition God, while you’re in the middle of a storm, what good is our friendship? God knows, you’ve been there for me. When I wanted to end my life, you were there,” she shakes her head and wipes the falling tears. “I’m just grateful evil didn’t tear us apart because you know I’d never do anything like that to you, right?”

“I know,” I blow out a breath to calm my emotions and use the napkin to wipe my face. “Okay, enough of this mushy stuff. Tell me what’s been going on with you. We’ve only been talking about me the last six months and I need a change.”

Last Call available now — GET IT HERE

In four days …

In four days, I’m stepping out on faith and out of my comfort zone to do something God gave me last year. I’m hosting my very first ministerial event called Surviving Me. If you follow me on social media then you’ve seen the posts, but I wanted to share it here, for two reasons. One, so you’ll know and two, to encourage somebody to trust God and do it. Yes, it may be scary but if He gave you the plans; He’ll also provide the people, place, provisions, protection and peace.

See, I never had intentions of doing this because Surviving Me was only a scene in my book Broken but then I started getting messages about it and God wouldn’t leave me alone. I wrote it on a sticky note and pinned it to the wall in my Prayer Room and left it. God was still tugging at my heart, so I told Him, if this is meant, you make the way. Be careful what you tell God (LOL).

A little about Surviving Me. God and I are calling this, A Night of Worship: Divorce Edition because it’s designed almost like a divorce trial where we, through the guidance of the Holy Spirit, prayer, song and God’s word; will divorce everything that causes us to abandon or abort our purpose. It is our prayer, that through this service, we divorce flesh and marry spirit. We divorce anger, bitterness, low self-esteem etc. to become who God has called us to be. Because let’s face it, sometimes, we’re our own worst enemy.

For this night, there is no cost and no registration fee; only a night of worship. There will be three speakers. Rev. LoTarsha Dillard, Arbeny Hunter and myself. There will also be prayer, praise and worship, a welcome and solo. I’ve scheduled two hours but fully intending to allow God to have total control.

Am I nervous? Yes, but not fearful because God gave me the vision and I trust Him enough to go forth, believing He’s going to see it through. I believe He’s going to prick the hearts of those who need to be in attendance and even those who He’ll send to sow into it. In other words, I’M BELIEVING and TRUSTING GOD. Y’all, I never want to be in the spotlight, but I know this event is not about me. It’s for some young lady who will be in the midst. It’s for somebody’s sister who is on the verge of giving up, but they won’t because their sister will come home telling them about #SurvivingMe. It’s for a mother, pastor, preacher, first lady, teacher, CEO, educator, guidance counselor, therapist, janitorial worker, warehouse worker, forklift driver, business owner, author, nurse, doctor, fire fighter, EMT, pilot, manager, etc. who feels hopeless, lost and their faith is falling.

Together, we’re SURVIVING ME!

If you’re in Memphis or surrounding areas, join us. If you are unable to attend, please send your prayers and if you would like to sow a seed, you may do so via cashapp ($RevKisha) or paypal.me/authorlakisha. If you’d like to order a Surviving Me Journal, click here or for any questions, you may reach me at authorlakisha@gmail.com.

Trust God. I did and in four days …

Luke 1:45, “And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what had been spoken to her by the Lord.”