Therapy Is Cool

Particularly in the black community telling your business is frowned upon, therapy can be, or is seen as weak. There’s nothing wrong with talking to someone confidentially and finding different coping mechanisms and healthy outlets to deal with your trauma. Take all the help you can get to better yourself. Mental health is wealth and you deserve to live your best life. Do you stigmatize therapy? Via: Mental Health Tip

Black Sheep Of Humanity

You are not a burden, despite feeling like one. You are important and loved. Most of all struggling with mental health is absolutely normal. It doesn’t define all that you are, or will be. Everyone has a moment like this, you aren’t the black sheep of humanity. Do you beat yourself up for not feeling your best mentally? Via: The Burntout Brain

Come On Get Happy Or Not

Until it [the last seven days] ended I was unaware of the despair and anger I was feeling. Photo’s from youth of my missing friend found deceased put a damper on my entire week. Sadness filled me for obvious reasons, rage was due to his story ending so tragically, while malicious people out in these streets spreading their shit. I know life isn’t fair, but seeing that picture hurt. Frozen in time his future held so much potential, what could be, now I know what is. I wanted to update more, but I just couldn’t and that’s perfectly fine. Going with the flow is better than forcing positivity. This week I went half speed. I needed that for my mental health. Remember not feeling your best is totally fine, you don’t always have to get happy, do what you need to do. Rejuvenation is essential. When’s the last time you honored your mental and emotional health? Via: The 70z

September Suicide Month

For Robbie, Sofia and all those who’ve felt there was no other choice. Feeling suicidal is nothing to be ashamed of, you are a human trying your best each day. Please check in with your loved ones, please check in with yourself. Every second brings something new, no matter how bad it seems please push through; you never know what awaits the following day. Specifically for black people-depression is not a mood, it won’t just go away. If someone confides in you take it seriously. If you’re feeling this way take is seriously, alert others or one of the contacts above. Mental health is wealth. How are you feeling today? If you weren’t okay what would your outlet, or mode of communication be? Artist: Xo Necole

Throw Away Expectations

Yes 2020 has started off bizarre and out of mortal command with the majority of the world forced indoors. It’s been distressing for everyone, especially those who aren’t receiving any sort of income, have no food and a multitude of other issues that have plagued many during this pandemic. Everyone is dealt a different hand during this crisis, which is something to be mindful of when negativity seeps in. Personally this has been a rewarding experience for me, probably because I’m use to riding the sometimes tumultuous waves of life. Everything is probability, things go awry.

It’s easier said than done to remain positive in search of a silver lining.

As humans we need the sun for mental health purposes, we thrive when our skin is kissed by it’s rays. We also need each other, socializing is how we’ve survived, how we outwitted the other homo something’s that lived here once. So feeling out of sorts is natural and normal especially since the nicer months have come to pass. It feels like we went from winter to winter, but it’s important to remember that anything can happen. Just as quickly as this came out of nowhere, leave room for the opposite. That’s the biggest lesson that’s been reaffirmed throughout this experience for me. Expect nothing, but keep an open mind for anything. That can be exciting and nerve wracking, but the quote “we make plans and god laughs” didn’t come from the woodwork. We still have another 7 months for magic and miracles that might exceed what we previously believed possible. What are your expectations for the rest of this year? Now throw them out the window.

https://sainttwenty.com/2020/03/18/relax-you-were-never-in-control/

Health Is Wealth

Ever since I could remember I’ve had depression, as early as elementary school I was suicidal, wanting to die.
“I never asked to be here,” my third grade self screamed at my mom.
The panic attacks didn’t help either, it would start off with something small: imagine there was no space, then what would there be? Is there a such as nothing? What if you were forced to always be something, what if I kill myself and the next life is unescapable, because killing yourself is a sin…It went on and on until my breath grew short, child me popping up from the top bunk, hyperventilating. By the grace of god the panic attacks stopped when I entered middle school, but the depression was just gaining momentum.

I would feel so down, that my flesh became the prison from which my soul could not abscond. I thought feeling low was the worst, until the summer of 2015 when I felt nothing at all. A walking black hole, taking in sensory information, banishing it into an infinite abyss. I searched for my feelings at the bottom of a liquor bottle, but none showed up. I begged the universe to just let me feel again, please.

Then one day I did.

I cherished momentary happiness, soon thwarted by the simple fact that I was broken goods, damaged. It never goes away, it only goes on vacation. At least I was no longer delusional. I use to think it was cured forever when it went away. Berating myself when it returned.

I started working out religiously, mediating, praying. I could maintain a healthier chemical balance. Creating larger gaps between dark visits. Then a miracle happened! My baby sister has cancer, so I became obsessed with having a more alkaline body. Removing acidity meant cutting processed sugar out of my diet. I have a sweet tooth, so this was an arduous journey. Turns out the crash from the copious amounts of sugar I was ingesting (minimum two doughnuts a day, simple syrup in all my coffee drinks, candy, cookies, soda and so much more daily), was the cause of my depression.

I know I got lucky, that some people aren’t as fortunate as a dietary change to freedom. However, I am grateful for the experience; I can empathize, not sympathize with those who are still fighting themselves. So they know they aren’t alone. It’s also given me compassion and understanding. So I’m asking you, is mental health a priority in your life? Do you have loved ones battling with mental illness? How do you show up for them? How do you show up for yourself?