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Diva with Depression

The pain of depression without the filter.

THE THRILL IS GONE.

FOUR SIMPLE WORDS. THE NAME OF ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS BY THE LEGEND, B.B. KING. https://youtu.be/oica5jG7FpU 2018 The thrill is gone. "I don't even want you no more. You're not worth it." 2008 The thrill is dead. "You don't... Continue Reading →

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Strong, Broken and Hollow

This is my cute, furry grandbaby, Louis. He's spoiled rotten and mischievous. Most days, besides my kids, Louis is my only companion. And lots of days, he's the only reason that I leave the house. (I tried to get him... Continue Reading →

You Ask Me Why…….

Stolen lands, Stolen fam. Chains and whips, Deadly ships. You ask me why I'm depressed. Crowded cells, Prison hell. Broken homes, A community alone. You ask me why I'm depressed. Whispers and sighs, Generational lies. Parental abuse, Sexual misuse. You... Continue Reading →

PEACEFULLY SUICIDAL

Doc- "Are you suicidal?" Me- "Depends on what you mean?" Doc- "Have you tried to kill yourself?" Me- "I've never tried. But I have thought of ways. And not a day goes by that I don't think about how death... Continue Reading →

DEPRESSION + GRIEF = HOLLOW PAIN

I'm a little off topic here, but I only know how to write my feelings. So please forgive me. One of my favorite things to tell folks is that I wasn't given any biological sisters, but God gave me some... Continue Reading →

“WHO WILL CRY FOR THE LITTLE GIRL”

https://youtu.be/jXkbb_WZdu8 This is a scene from the movie Antoine Fisher. Now, I love all things Denzel. Forever. And Derek Luke is a fine man also. And this really was a moving movie. And since I cry during commercials, it didn't... Continue Reading →

T. I. R. E. D 

This is a reply that I received on one of my blog posts about black women and mental illness. #sigh Here's the thing- I'm a woman. Who's Black. And lives with mental illness. #shrug I'll add mom to that. Sister.... Continue Reading →

Where we at Yo?!?!

Diva with Depression

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Let me start by saying that mental illness affects EVERYONE!! Men, women and children. Every race. Every culture. Depression does not discriminate. However, every culture and community handles the illness and stigma differently.
With that being said, why is it so hard for minorities to first, acknowledge mental illness? And second, get help and information?
I went searching for books on black women and depression. Then latin women with depression. Crickets. I found, maybe 4 books. And 3 were over 15 years old. Sad. And don’t even think about trying to find a therapist or psychiatrist that is black or latin! Few and far between..
In our communities we are taught to “suck it up”, “keep it movin”, and “keep your business to yourself”. This prevents us from learning and growing. We don’t acknowledge the symptoms. We don’t share our feelings. We won’t seek therapy. Generations can carry these illnesses…

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“I’m slippin, I’m falling….”

Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up Get me back on my feet so I can... Continue Reading →

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