So, in 2018 I went on this Launching Young Leaders course at the Tavistock Institute. I hadn’t looked up reviews on the organisation beforehand, so I had no idea about its nefarious history. Although, for the purposes of this blog it is besides the point. What I distinctly remember though…

Gosh, the amount I’ve been writing is really telling. It’s actually hard to read back, but it’s helpful as a record keeping exercise. I’ve found myself seriously ripping apart at myself again, literally and figuratively tbh. I was getting some seriously intense flashbacks over different stages of my life –…

Many people look at me and consider me very strong. I wish that was something that brought me any peace. If anything, it continually seems to work against me. It means that I’m never considered vulnerable. It means that sympathy & empathy are often not graces I am extended. It…

So, last year December I went to spend some time on a farm in Chattahoochee and also with a Black farmer in ATL. Both experiences drove home for me that where I am most at peace, is when I’m near / amongst nature. It made me want to bring nature…

When I stopped caring about people’s tone policing, is the day I was truly liberated. It’s the day I started breathing much better, because I didn’t hold my physical body in anticipation of racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia, classism (whiteness), because I didn’t care what society felt about me anymore. Anticipating…

This is going to be a blog type post. So, although most people who read this will be used to my nonchalant attitude towards grammar and any sort of editorial standard….Just know that this will be particularly laissez-faire. I guess why I’m writing unfiltered in this way, is so that…

every time I was knocked down. I. Got. Up. Even when it felt like my feet were cinder blocks. I – Still. Got. Up. When they said I never would. That I never could. When I believed them, even when I didn’t think I should. I still – Got. Up. …

Okay, so. And it’s sooooooooo odd how long it’s been since I’ve blogged like this, but I’m trying to commit my thoughts to long-form prose more often again. I am behind on SO much aha. And wow, does that feel good to say when I’m NOT depressed for once! But…

I guess when people say romance is magical. They weren’t thinking about the weight of what they were saying. They didn’t consider what that could mean to somebody who has never experienced anything through the lens of magic. What if your whole life you had lived in a living hell…