July 18th would have been my brother’s twenty-ninth birthday; what should be a day of joy and celebration has become one of the saddest days of the year. As it grows closer, I can’t help but feel … distraught. With each passing day, I feel as if I become weak. Maybe it’s because I can’t … Continue reading Celebrations Amongst Grief
I can’t lie, after a stressful week I feel … defeated - like I gave up and, somehow, the week won. I know, it sounds like overly complicated and drawn out, but that’s how I am at times, it’s what makes me … Alana. This morning, as I sit here reflecting on … Continue reading Soul Care Sunday
The majority of my life has been spent contemplating every single thing that goes wrong in my life, and, at times, I literally let it break me down. Luckily, I’ve changed for the better – growing up, I spent a lot of time relying on the opinions of others because I felt like MY thoughts … Continue reading Let it GO.
In keeping with the “things we shouldn’t discuss, but I’m here for it” category, I wanted to write about intimacy, something some of us fear … something some of us embrace with open arms. Intimacy - the feeling of being close to one another, to share a moment, or create ones that will last a … Continue reading NAKED.
I’m learning not to take things so seriously. When I say “things,” I mean not letting the negativity around me change how I feel, as well. I’m one of those people who tends to take on the emotions and burdens of others, and trust me it is as annoying as it seems. Yes, I empathize … Continue reading Chill Out, Sis.
We need to have the talk … not the talk, but about something that is so common in today’s society: depression. Maybe it’s because it’s one of those touchy subjects nobody likes to get into, we ignore it. Quite frankly, that’s the problem. Some of us are raised with the assumption that if we don’t … Continue reading THE Talk.
I miss my sister. There aren’t too many words that can explain the loss somebody you love, somebody you look up to and admire. My sister, LaQuetta, was that person. When I was 18 years old, I had just graduated high school and spent the summer contemplating on just what I was going to do. … Continue reading Dear Sister …