I have said this over and over again silently to myself, I have to meet Queen B before I die. I just have to. Just once, people.
Don’t block your blessings.
It’s fun to write about it and give my opinions, but from time to time, it overwhelms me because I am slowly taking in the lives of people I don’t even know.
Writing is one of those skills that I believe is timeless and needed for almost everything and it is a necessity in almost every field.
Nothing comes easy.
For me, as someone who lives with depression, I have had my share of horrendous moments, even moments where I have wanted to take my own life because it all became too much for me.
You are ruining your own life by living someone else’s.
For the longest time, in the Black community, suicide has been labeled as a “white people thing.”
Maybe you haven’t tapped into your gift yet for fear that you aren’t good enough, but take from someone who struggles with depression and has a history of not feeling good enough as a writer, but has been published numerous times. You are good enough.
We are so fucking impatient.