Echoes of the Anthem: What Black History Means to Me
Today, as a Black immigrant in the United States, these words hold an even deeper meaning.
Topic: healing
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.
Along with the highs, I also let others see a glimpse of my lows.
While holding acceptance in one hand, I must also hold onto hope in the other.
Healing isn't pretty. It's a messy, painful, and exhaustive process.
Your mind talks to your body, and your body talks to your mind. I would even consider them to be friends.
The hard part was deciding which mask was appropriate depending on the person and the situation.
I was merely an empty shell, incapable of anything except constant pondering about how everything was futile and a waste of energy.
I am an ex-member of the Cult of the Wellness Industry.
What I didn’t expect to experience while or after viewing the film was this wave of aliveness.
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