I am finally back in Los Angeles after spending 7 months away to focus on my recovery and my healing. It has definitely been the toughest journey that I've been through because it was a time where I had to finally address my issues and face them head on.
I won't say that I have been in a rehabilitation centre but it was something similar. I had my phone taken upon arrival so the only way that I could communicate with family was through emails and a few visits.
These past 7 months have been enlightening and it has allowed me to focus on my mental health.
I haven't seen my family yet since I've only just checked into a hotel. From my mother's letters, I've been informed that she is no longer with Vince and that she has moved out of the family home. I have no words but I knew that something was going to happen.
Since I'm back, I have decided to film a short video for YouTube.
"I'm back." I say before shaking my hair out and smiling big while looking at the camera. My hair has grown out so well, it is so beautiful and natural.
"I just wanted to come on here and quickly say that I am so happy in life right now." I continue to smile at the camera. "These past 7 months away has been so enlightening and much needed. I have been soul searching and I have been in recovery from the abuse that I faced for 9 years."
I breathe for a moment.
"I have made choices in terms what I see for my future and I thought that I would share a few with you all. The first thing is that I will not be going back on TV, I will not be filming Hit the Floor nor will I be appearing on any reality tv series. I need a couple more years before I decide to do so. Secondly, I am taking a continued break from the limelight, I only attend shows if it is necessary." I shake my hair again. "My hair is healthy, I love it."
I laugh to myself because it is getting weird, me just talking to a camera.
"I am also starting a YouTube series so that I can share my experiences of being away, what I learnt as well as tips and tricks to moving forward with your life after dealing with trauma. More attention needs to be brought to domestic abuse and I will continue to bring awareness to this issue. I love you guys and thank you for the constant support. I won't be returning to social media for the time being but y'all will see me around."
I don't know what else to say so I decide to end the video.
"So, bye."
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I take a pictures in my new outfit before making a way over to Tamar's new apartment. I'm really excited to see her today, I heard that she is currently getting her glam on so I'm hoping that she doesn't have an overly booked schedule for the day.
I'm let into her apartment by James who embraces me in a hug.
"Your mama about to freak once she sees you." He says as he pulls me in for another hug.
He shuts the door, loudly.
"James, who at the door?" My heart begins to beat fast as I hear her voice. I've missed her so much, I haven't spoken to her three months just because I really wanted to focus on healing. I found myself getting dragged back into the drama and it was not helping so I cut them all off.
I watch as some guy sprays her face before taking out his phone to take pictures of her.
I don't say anything as I wrap my arms around her, hugging her from behind.
"What in the hell?" She pulls away quickly before turning to face me, I watch as her mouth drops. "Tiana?"
"Hi mom." I say with an American smile as I give her a million dollar smile. "I've missed you."
I pull a face as her eyes fill with tears, she pulls me in for a hug and squeezes my body as she begins to cry her out.
"My makeup." The makeup artist groans before letting out a small laugh and stepping back. I look back to see James filming this moment so I clothes my eyes as my arms tighten around my mom.
"I missed you so much." Her voice comes out hoarse, she kisses my cheeks a few times. "Oh God."
"I'm back." I say with a laugh as I pull away.
"I know." She is handed a tissue as she pats away at her tears. "Oh Tiana, I don't even know what to say."
She pulls me in for another hug which I accept, after a minute I pull away and smile at her.
"Cute hair." I say with a wink as I take in her shaven head.
"Chile, look at your hair." She looks at my hair in amazement. "It looks so full and luscious, I'm jealous."
We laugh before we spend the next few hours catching up. My mom ended up cancelling filming for the day to spend time with me.
"Have you spoken to Valentin or Quincy since coming back?" She asks as she sips on a martini.
"You're the first person that I have seen since arriving this morning." I answer, "I have read the letters that they have sent me though."
"You know that Valentin is dating somebody new, a dancer." She hesitantly says while looking me in the face.
"I am well aware and I have no issues, he spoke to me about it." My smile slightly fades, "He kind of asked for my permission, I told him that he didn't need to ask me. I'm fine with us not being together anymore, my time away made me realise that I only wanted him because of the attention that he was giving me. He was the first person to give me love and affection after I escaped my dad. I've moved on from him."
"I'm so proud of you." My mom says while patting my thigh. "What about Quincy?"
"Who's Quincy?" I wink at her.
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Tamar Braxton's Daughter *Not Edited*
FanfictionThis is my life as Tamar Braxton's 17 year old daughter.