I'm conflicted between identities. The "strong black woman" I am vs the Woman I am. Why was I lead to believe I have to be strong all the time? "Stay strong" they say. But what happens when I don't want to be? "Don't cry" they say. Why tf not? That's normal isn't it? Yes, I... Continue Reading →
The Truth Hurts
There's a difference between being depressed and being realistic Kinda like understanding the fact you think your smart but don't understand string theory or quantum physics Facts and denial Can bring distance Between acceptance Like understanding we all die It's not depressing It's realistic It's a negative emotion that arises But doesn't change the fact... Continue Reading →
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