I was listening to Spotify on my morning existential crisis commute. I began listening to my usual black podcast where everyone talks about black culture and hot gossip but then, it just got really elitist and everyone started talking about going to the Met Gala and making a ton of…
I am sitting in my room in the dark with a burning feeling inside of my chest. The jealousy feels like bile. I see another friend lost 30 pounds and has abs now. I used to have abs. What happened to me? Where is my pandemic glow-up? Where is my…
I’ve noticed something about myself. I find pure joy “corny” I find rest and actually knowing ones self as something to be laughable. I find myself thinking about it in a capitalistic way. …
Why hope for a future? Because that is all we can do. There is no other option other than ending it. Which I’ve already tried many times but to no avail. Hope.
What is hope? Hope is irrational. Hope is not blind positivity. Hope isn’t a mantra. It is an…
I have something important to say and I won’t give up. I know I want to. I REALLY want to give up. Everything hurts. But I will keep showing up. I will keep driving to work. I will keep writing these really poorly edited Medium posts until I have the…
We are putting Black Women on pedestals only to tear them down when they don’t meet our expectations.
Today Simone Biles withdrew from the Olympics. She said:
“Whenever you get in a high stress situation, you kind of freak out,” the 24-year-old told reporters. “I have to focus on my…
You heard it here first folks. When I’m doing my job amazingly, my relationship is great, I’m cooking dinner, my journal entries aren’t just hell-filled rage pits, and I am showering, life is good. However, when I am not getting work turned in on time, I have turned into a…
I feel so drained. My burnout has reached new elasticity and my super black woman powers have reached a new high. We are now in a whole new form of carrying the world on our back. It no longer even feels painful. It just feels like it is what is…
What is this feeling? It’s Sunday morning and you are wracked with anxiety. Your mind, body, and spirit, are filled with it. You had plans today to do some self care and make the transition into tomorrow as seamless as possible but you can’t now. It’s too late. …
I am drowning in it. I put my metaphorical harmonica to my lips and begin to play my sad tune.
The dramatic song of the girl who could have been somebody, but her mental state is fragile she never will. She can’t achieve her dreams. She’s not even sure what…
