day 1
hello, i needed a place to be honest. but also on the internet.
i am a double major in fashion design. in indiana. I think I always needed to be a writer. I was just told that it was something I could never do, never be. I no longer know what I am suppose to do. But the world is dying. I am lost, 72k in debt and trying to graduate on time. And the world is dying. Mostly because of fashion, food and politics. The further I dig the more lost I feel. WE CAN’T forget the BLACK PLIGHT, all the deliberate suffering inflicted for generations. The trauma I watch my people carry. In Jeysen Ward’s memoir Men We Reaped, she writes “My mother’s example teaches me other things: This is how a transplanted people survived a holocaust and slavery. This is how Black people in the South organized to vote under the shadow of terrorism and the noose. This is how beings sleep and wake and fight and survive. In the end, this is how a mother teaches her daughter to have courage, to have strength, to be resilient, to open her eyes to what is, and to make something of it. “
I don’t know what I am supposed to do. But writing is the only thing I love, at my core.