“I want to unlearn how to hate me.” A sentence from one of my letters to God. I wanted to take just a moment to express thoughts and feelings about how I have fallen into the trap of hating myself. It’s a trap that was set many years ago and we fall into it usually…
It’s Never Too Late To Live.
This past week I contributing guest on The Spoken Black Girl blog. I spoke about the holidays, mourning, and self-care. I mentioned that I would exercise some of the ideas I shared in that post. Below is my first journal entry for the holidays season. I won’t be posting a daily entry, but I will post as often as necessary to as apart of keeping myself whole while still in mourning during the holidays.
So, I did a few things for myself this Thanksgiving.
This is my first Self Care Saturday post. Yay!
Yes, you read it right. Black girls are good girls. Black women are good women. Yes, I made a general statement about us because it’s true and we are more than good. I know there are messy, conniving, drama filled, evil women who happen to be black, but I am not talking about them….
Being strong, black, and proud is not a treatment for mental illness. I am a sufferer of depression, anxiety, and compulsive eating. (Update: PTSD and recurrent depression.) I have no shame in admitting that to anyone anymore because I know that I am not alone. I also want you and all the members of the…