#blackmentalwellness

[agoodlookmedia]

I dropped a journal y’all. It’s call A Good Book.

A Good Book

A Good Book is a journal meant to help aid you in your journey of self worth and self discovery. We aim to ask questions that help you ident

[ghost-37]

Keep Your Head Up⚡️

[theblack-awakening]

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[paradiseiswhereveriam-blog]

Starting at the Beginning: Sunkissed Child as a Note on the Beauty and Necessity of Returning to Self

Sunkissed Child: Poetry in Black Life is an homage to, a celebration, and an encouragement of your survival. Not only the survival of your physical body, but also the survival of your inner child and, inherently, your black radical imagination. The life we are all striving to achieve – one of ease, joy, fulfillment, abundance, prosperity, and success– is dependent on both the validation of your inner child’s knowledge, needs and creative pursuits and interests, and the integration of them into who you are now. And this integration, this survival of your inner child, happens when you go back to the beginning.

Who were you before you were told who to be? What fascinated you? What made you bubble with excitement? What made you want to grow up quicker so that you could fully dive into it without the restraints your childhood may have imposed you? Who were you as a child? Who were you at the beginning?

It’s easy to forget who you are. You grow up and experience pain, heartbreak and traumatic events; you develop mental health struggles and try your best to cope with them, along with meeting the demands of your everyday life. Which includes everything from texting that person back to figuring out how you’re going to support yourself because you’re getting kicked out and school is just too much and you’re grieving the loss of someone or something and your physical health needs attention.

They tell you your only way out is to be like everyone else. Get into the same money-making schemes as everyone else; listen to the same music (that’s how you increase engagement); have the same aesthetic (how’s anyone gonna like your stuff?); to dress alike; to look alike; to have the same views about everything. It’s easy! And that’s why it’s dangerous.

The first reason is because this unspoken rhetoric entraps you in a rat race that makes you think that when you don’t go viral, and you’re not rich, and you’re still struggling to make ends meet, even when you’re checking all the boxes, that there is something wrong with you and that you need to run faster on your wheel, and not something wrong with why you felt the need to assimilate to survive in the first place.

And the second reason is because it kills your imagination and starves and invalidates your inner child who is the key to…

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[rajhae]

“A flower cannot grow without sunshine, as a man cannot grow without love!” The weight this quote holds is so powerful. 2021 has been a year of self discovery, addressing trauma and healing. And as it closes and I go into this new year, I leave it having accomplished one major thing, to grow continuously in love with myself! To new beginnings, and a renewed love.. goodbye 2021, welcome 2022!

[noirelevation]

First off, I just want to thank you for being here. I pray that you find this platform one that you can be open, find clarity and feel safe with expressing your thoughts. Regardless of what it is that you are seeking from this, welcome to YOUR safe space.

My name is Kayla. I am from Boutte, Louisiana. First and foremost, I am a wife to an amazing man, and a mother to a beautiful little girl, who reminds me everyday that NOTHING is worthy or capable of me losing sight of my faith. But at one point, I almost allowed myself believed that I was not worthy of being in their lives, or worthy of living life in general. So let's talk about it.

For two years, I kept my anxiety and depression struggle a secret from everyone. Why? Well it's probably the same reason as you:

As a black woman, feeling like you have to be strong at all times. Feeling obligated to minimize our own feelings and emotions to benefit others. Or...maybe you were afraid that admitting to your imperfections ( because that's all depression/anxiety is ) , would make you appear weak.

As a black man, feeling like being vulnerable and showing emotion makes you weak or less of a man. Feeling like you have no place within society that doesn't place stereotypic views on who you are, or feeling the pressure of high expectations and obligations that leaves no room to express and embrace what you are going through and struggling with.

These are all the excuses that I used. Instead dealing with my shit head on, I kept myself busy with school and working multiple jobs. Until one day, it caught up with me and forced me to take accountability for how I contributed to things getting as bad as it did.

February 3rd, 2022...

I'll always remember this day because it signifies the day where I reached the absolute lowest point mentally. I did not recognize myself. I just remember crying non-stop, wanting to end my life, being erratic, and crying for help. I couldn't see my faith. I couldn't feel my strength. I couldn't even acknowledge the beautiful life that I have. At this time, my thoughts were so loud, and my body had fallen so weak, that I felt defeated.

What saved me, is me allowing myself to ask for help while in that vulnerable state. I allowed myself to be seen...in my lowest moment. With the help of my friend, Maya and my husband Cody, I was able to not only defeat the thoughts that tried to kill me, but I took the first step in healing: self-transparency and taking accountability for how I contributed to my downfall. Next, I decide to open up to my close family and friends, and no longer hide or be ashamed of not being perfect. I even found an amazing therapist, Mrs. Tonja Chopfield-Jackson, who I SWEAR was hand picked by GOD just for ME!!!! omg...

But let's get to my motivation and purpose behind mental health advocacy...

It took for my faith to be tested, for me to find my purpose and calling in life: Advocating for mental health in the black community. I could've easily allowed circumstances and life battles to turn me into a victim. But I didn't and I never will. Instead, I wanted to use it as a chance to not only heal on my own, but be an advocate for mental health in the black community and provide a safe space for us to be able to be unapologetic when it comes to discussing mental health, childhood trauma, generational curses, and cultural issues that society expects us to water down for their comfort.

AHT AHT!! This isn't the place for it, and it will not be tolerated. Speak your truth. Be angry. Be sad. Whatever is on your heart, I am telling you that THIS is a place where you can just BE.

Welcome to Noir Elevation. If you've made it to this last sentence, I thank you and I'm proud of you.

Blessings,

Love, Kay.

[kakashixgod]

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