Feeling Unprotected in the Workplace & Why it triggered Me
A couple months ago I had a moment at work where I felt unprotected. Someone called, I transferred them; the person I transferred them to placed them on hold. She…
A couple months ago I had a moment at work where I felt unprotected. Someone called, I transferred them; the person I transferred them to placed them on hold. She…
Ok, Let's talk about forgiveness. When I received the idea for October's post on "What Make You Who You Are" Kori asked me if I had any animosity toward Buddha I…
Season Three of Survivor’s Remorse touched on so many pertinent issues. Colorism. Abortion. Rape. Not having a living Will. A carry over issue had been something near and dear to…
September is Pain Awareness Month. I discovered this when researching what resources could be the focus of the bulletin board at the Mental Health Clinic I work at.
*Pain is a warning sign that indicates a problem that needs attention*
This week I experienced a different kind of pain. After finding myself TWICE engaged in draining discussions with “patriots” “protesting” Colin Kaepernick’s Protest, I along with the rest of the world was reminded why he’s been protesting to begin with. This pain let me know there’s a deeper problem than his right to protest, that needs attention.
My body can no longer stand to watch live executions courtesy of Dashcams & Facebook Live. The Audio triggers migraines so I read the subtitles as the images proceed in silence.
“Somebody lost their Daddy today”
My head aches. I drove straight to work from three states away and worked an 11-hour shift so no doubt I’m fatigued. But my sleepiness did not cause today’s head pains. Nor did my dollar menu diet. This, this was STRESS.
“Somebody lost their Daddy today”
If you’re anything like me, you spent at least two days of this past week watching the two-night premier or OWN’s newest series Queen Sugar.
What interest me most about reading through these opinionated exchanges were their thoughts on Ghost as a Dad.
They don’t see me sitting in the dark on a Wednesday night when all I wanted was to come home and watch Greenleaf.
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I’m not a parent. And seeing as how my empathy is broken, I’m not capable of FEELING like a parent feels. So where do I fit?
I think a Happy Father's Day text and a weekend spent binge watching Orange is the New Black solo will suffice for now.