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 going back to her old ways. I have been allowing her to speak through me because I can no longer hold her back I can no longer keep her together I got into this field to help her I got into this and hid my face and dropped…

I’m sorry I need to come clean about this. I’ve written an amazing article which has gotten a small amount of buzz on here called I’m going to burn all of my cardigans. To which I must confess. I didn’t burn a single cardigan. I only got rid of the…

My grandmothers, great grandmothers, all my aunts and uncles on both sides, my mother and father and husband all have diabetes or pre diabetes or something close. Except me. I am getting blood drawn next week to see if that’s still true. I tried to workout but eating healthy has…

I’m going to talk about my boss right now because he keeps me up at night and I don’t think he should. But he does. He makes me feel so nervous. As soon as my shift starts I get a text from him “where are you?” And I reply and…

Do you feel like nothing is ever good enough? Do your nights look like a low moment reel where you go over everything that you did wrong the entire week? Do you often freeze up and are unable to do anything at all for fear of doing it wrong? …

Here you are. It’s 2:00 AM on a Friday and you thought you were exhausted from your week (and you are) but your mind won’t quit. You keep thinking about your emails. You keep thinking about clients you’ve forgotten to call and now you’re going to have to call them…

It really is. Im exhausted with worrying about money. For hours on end I think about how I’m going to pay bills, how much I have, how much I’ve had. What am I going to save for? What am I spending it on? Why I’m spending it? …

I think I can’t call myself a twenty something anymore because I’m literally at the last number before thirty. I’m now officially an almost thirty person. Not a twenty something. Twenty something ends at 27. Now it’s just sad saying twenty something. You’re like, 20…ehhh some number which one is…