Monthly Archives June 2025

They say clarity is supposed to feel like light breaking through.
But when I got my diagnosis—Bipolar II—it didn’t feel like light.
It felt like being named after a storm I’d already been surviving.
Suddenly, there was a label for the late-night chaos, the wild-eyed ambition, the 4am cleaning
sprees, the …

They told me I was too dark.
Too Black to be beautiful.
Too bold for softness.
Too much melanin for the spotlight, but just enough to be made invisible.
I was a child when I learned that Black had shades of acceptance.
That light skin was praised, admired, protected.
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I. Fatima – The Ancestor’s Voice (1800s)
The wind at the ridge carried voices, even after the people were long gone.
Fatima stood there once—barefoot and battered, holding her breath in a world not built for her.
She had tasted exile and called it survival. Her body remembered the sting of chains, …