2020 has been a difficult year for a lot of us, from dealing with the loss of family members to navigating life during a pandemic (which in itself comes with issues, both mental and physical). No one could have predicted how this year would have unfolded, yet here we are with no other option but to face reality. When will it end is the question that escapes everyones lips, the question that no one has the answer to.
I didn’t expect my blogging hiatus to end on such a doom & gloom note (sorry). I’ve pretty much abandoned this blog for so long, I no longer know how to write. Hopefully this is something I can work on in the near future but for now you’ll have to enjoy the rambling nonsensical workings of my brain.
What I really wanted to say is that we don’t know the direction/journey that life will take us on. If you’re anything like me, there will be resolutions that will remain unmet, but we can’t let that define us. This year has been too mentally taxing for us to then dwell on the things that we can’t change. All we can do is pick ourselves up and try again.
My prayer for everyone reading (and not reading ) this, is that 2021 will be kind to you, I pray that all your dreams, manifestations, prayers come into fruition.
God bless, always x
I’ve never thought that I, a black woman was ever educated enough to speak on topics that affect the black community.
I felt as though I could never speak on my experiences, let alone anyone else’s.
Coming from an area where I was the majority to now being the minority, in a class where I could count the number of black people on one hand, was a culture shock to say the least. This was the first time I had ever been made to feel different… as though I didn’t belong.
It was the micro aggressions and the snide comments that people didn’t expect you to hear, that set me into a state of paranoia.
Paranoia that followed me through my late teens, the paranoia that fuelled my social anxiexty and depression.
The sad thing is that I’m not alone in saying this….
How many killings and injustices does it take for the world to hear our voices, for the world to hear our pain, for the world to finally hear that we matter, that Black lives matter.
It feels like change is in the air, performative or not, people are finally hearing us. Only God knows if change will actually come but I hope for the sake of our future, past & present that it does.
below is a link to various petitions that you can sign & causes you can donate to. Please help in whatever way shape or form you can.
Also if you know of any Black owned businesses or resources that can further serve as educational purposes please link below 🙂