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Chrisette Michele Opens Up About Her Miscarriage, Being Suicidal & Getting Dropped From Her Label

Chrisette Michele opens up about suffering a miscarriage, being suicidal and getting dropped from her label. Get the scoop.

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Chrisette Michele Had A Few Things To Get Off Of Her Chest

Chrisette Michele took to social media and let it all out on Friday.

The singer opened up about suffering a miscarriage, being suicidal and getting dropped from her label.

Based on the context clues, these unfortunate events took place after she performed at Donald Trump’s inauguration and noted that the black community turned their backs on her and forgot everything else she had done.

[Read Also: Was It Worth It? Chrisette Michele Says Her Family Disowned Her & She Didn’t Even Meet Trump]

When a community sticks its middle finger up at you and completely forgets everything you’ve ever done, you’re worthless… You’ve just spent ten years kicking your own a– to be there for everyone and suddenly no one is there for you? I don’t need to be here…

Chrisette Michele on being suicidal:

People ask me how I’m so positive after all I’ve been thru….. When you’re laying in bed naked, next to a bottle of Bacardi and Xanex. When you wear pajamas Morning and night. When you don’t pick up the phone for weeks, months. When you’re afraid to look at social media.

I know I’ve sown positive seeds. I know I’ve lifted people. I know I’ve been a part of community activations and black empowerment. When a community sticks its middle finger up at you and completely forgets everything you’ve ever done, you’re worthless…

You’ve just spent ten years kicking your own a– to be there for everyone and suddenly no one is there for you? I don’t need to be here…. And when you’ve drank so much you can’t see clearly. And when your speech is so slurred you just stop speaking. You hope you don’t wake up.

Thing is. I know God. He was kind enough to soften the blow. I promise you, I felt Him cover me like a blanket. I told Him I was out of control. I told Him I was having thoughts about leaving and not finishing all He’s called me to. He listened. There in lied my therapy. Music was written in this prayer closet of sorts. Dialogue with God.

Call me crazy, but it’s better than being dead. There’s no one who will make me apologize for shouting from the roof tops that I have the overcoming story of a powerful and #StrongBlackWoman

 

See the rest of Chrisette’s posts on page 2.

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