Boy Becomes Hero: Reverie
We had the absolute honor of talking with Andrew about his new project, the process and people it took to create the album, and how it all ties in with his own mental health journey.
Topic: depression
We had the absolute honor of talking with Andrew about his new project, the process and people it took to create the album, and how it all ties in with his own mental health journey.
The conversations surrounding mental health in the Black community tend to get drummed down into a whisper; it becomes the uncomfortable silence at the dinner table when the name of a loved one too far gone to be brought back home comes up in a way that stirs the air.
Hope, what strange concept is this? Is it an emotion or an action? Is it the belief inside that good things are ahead or a leap of faith into a scary unknown that trusts that strength will be found when it’s needed?
For every person on this planet, there's a special day where we pause to honor our existence and our stories that are still being written.
We can fight hard for others, but we cannot fight their battles. We are enough. They are enough. But what we do for them, sometimes, is not enough to save them.
Just like you, I still get stuck in moments. There are days I wake to that can seem overwhelming. Mostly, however, I find today—the present—to be a gift.
If I couldn’t even rationalize my mental illness to myself, how could I ever explain it to anyone else?
If I could go back and talk to my younger self who buried her queerness, who felt so much pain and distress over who she was, I would tell her it’s okay to be confused.
The holidays do not need to be happy or merry to be beautiful and valuable and worthy of life. The people who love you don’t need you to fake a smile or a laugh, they just need you.
The ball drops and fireworks. Resolutions are made. People scream and people kiss and is it possible to change? Is it really truly possible to leave the past behind?
Better, when it comes to mental illness, isn’t charted with benchmarks or being able to say “I’m cured.”
After my sister died, I did a lot of walking. I’d walk loops in woods behind my house; two, three, four times on the same trail.
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