Black History Month

Last night I went home for dinner and halfway through my brother said, “I don’t understand the point of Black History Month.” Silence. I took a deep breath, put down my cutlery and looked at my…

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IT’S OKAY NOT TO BE OKAY

I have always struggled to articulate my depression, so I’ve resigned myself to referring to it as ‘blue’ or ‘sad’ or ‘low’ but none of those words do it justice, they don’t express the internal…

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