The Struggle Of Being A Fatherless Girl
I guard myself with sky-high walls, and it’s not because I don’t have massive amounts of love to share, but I just don’t know if my love, my being, my essence could be loved with the same intensity.
Arihat East
Wild Woman. Carefree Black Girl. Joyfully Audacious.
Latest Posts
I’m Done Being Complicit In My Own Suffering
Each time I skip over an opportunity to be vulnerable, I move further away from allowing people to learn my language. When I shy away from being honest about my hurt feelings because somewhere in my past taught me that sharing didn’t actually matter, I then invalidate my own voice.
You Can Mourn Someone Without Excusing Their Bad Behavior
Does Kobe Bryant dying suddenly absolve him of his past? No—why would it? But does it mean that people cannot mourn him or idolize him if they see fit?
How To Survive Your Stressful Family Gathering This Holiday Season
I think those like me with anxiety know that there is no way in hell we could survive a room full of people talking too much.
Remember: Friendship Is About Honesty
I’ll pass on the pleasantries, passive aggressiveness and people pleasing because none of that constructive for my life.
Your Light Will Attract Everyone, Not Just Assholes
When you streamline your commitment to loving yourself so much that no one can shake your peace, I promise you’ll be able to discern who is in your life to love you for you and who is in your life to take from you.
Sweet Hell Alabama
Fight Or Flight: An Exercise In Choosing Neither
How can we responsibly live a life we love without sabotaging every would-be experience before they can begin?
You Are The Expert Of Your Own Life
How Much Grief Is Too Much?
How much grieving am I going to do as an adult regarding things that happened as a teenager? The grief is not empowering nor productive for me.
