A Back Porch Meditation
Topic: healing
The victories are microscopic: answering a text, opening the curtains, taking a shower.
There can be grief and laughter, loss and love, darkness and joy—all swirling together like wind and rain.
This is not about one bad day.
Woven into this constant connection is a quiet undercurrent of comparison. It becomes almost effortless to internalize the message that we’re behind.
It lives in the in-between moments, the ones where you’re not quite falling apart, but not yet feeling okay.
You’ve likely heard that social media is bad for your brain...
In many ways, our work together has felt sacred.
Today, as a Black immigrant in the United States, these words hold an even deeper meaning.
Surviving is a special occasion, and every day lived is a day worth celebrating.
“Who am I?” when aspects of my identity no longer make sense or when they have been stripped away, supposedly leaving a chunk missing.
I have always been hard on myself, constantly looking for reasons I didn’t belong or why I had to try harder than everyone else.
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