See My Color, See Me: A Letter to My Friends
My color is a part of who I am...
My color is a part of who I am...
It lives in the in-between moments, the ones where you’re not quite falling apart, but not yet feeling okay.
Mental health isn’t separate from culture—it’s shaped by it.
We need not struggle, grieve, or heal alone.
My queerness has never been up for debate, and my peace is no longer on hold, waiting for permission.
The arena is a metaphorical staging ground in the mind. It's the place where mental battles are fought.
Two weeks away from social media and what it did for our brains.
You’ve likely heard that social media is bad for your brain...
In many ways, our work together has felt sacred.
I’m not asking you to fix me. I’m asking you to listen.
There is so much more to the story than what the label conveys.
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