“A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.” Albert Camus Last night I committed an act of resistance: I allowed myself to feel. When the hashtags announcing the death of another person of color cease as a trend and become a weekly inevitability, numbness feels like … Continue reading the sisyphus prayer
I think that black and brown people, my minority brothers and sisters of Asian and indigenous descent, we should not be ashamed of the interludes where we don't have everything together--where we are messy and unfiltered and simply trying to recuperate and process all we are doing and desire to do. We need to prioritize our mental and emotional health, despite the demands placed on us by our own sense of responsibility and our broken world.
I learned in a social work course about grief, loss, and bereavement that the stages of grief do not exist. I watched my classmates' eyes widen as the professor explained with an irreverent toss of hand that there is no slow, steady progression through the realms of denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Grief is … Continue reading respite