Today’s post is an open letter to my paternal grandmother about the relationship between memory & age and those who witness the withering of a loved one.
Today: A reflective piece on therapy, depression and the desire to make sense of feelings that don’t fit perfectly into a box.
Make space for forgiving yourself and appreciating your journey.
This letter is for you. These are the words I needed for years. Take what you need from this letter today and spread love to everyone around you
I found a note in my phone from January 14, 2016. I don't quite remember what situation I was writing about but I still resonate with the words of my 19 year-old self. I hope these words speak to you the way they spoke to me today.
I was listening to some of the latest songs when time stopped. I was no longer as strong and fearless...I was transported back to a time when I didn’t believe I was enough. This post is for every brown girl who has ever been haunted by demeaning lyrics.
If I Could Fly: Steps to Self-Realization