PODCAST: Depression is Real

In order to overcome the demons of depression, one must first acknowledge that they indeed do exist.

I’m dealing with depression. To begin with, I signed yet another one of those “Promise to Be a Sheep” forms at my job. I shall have my collection laminated. This sinus cold is making me feel like I got run over by a Hummer.  Aww man, what else? Well, my bank account is a joke, my summer body never came, my Y-chromosome decided to become an X and my origins are in Africa.

Laying in my bed last night, staring at the ceiling, with tissue in my nostrils I realized something. I was receiving Facebook messages, text messages, phone calls from former suitors, current situations, and determined prospects.

Although it appeared that I had so many people seeking my attention and time with all things considered I always feel alone. It’s a big world out here and some days, yo, I just feel alone.

Black folks depressed. 

How do you expect to win the war with the pale man when you cower away from the battles within yourself? I don’t like the constant feeling of being sad. It is a detrimentally draining space.

I will be attending a wedding ceremony to someone very close to me. I am eager and anxious to take a slight break from this thing called life. You can’t run away or ignore your problems given that they’ll be there waiting for you when you get back — ready for battle.

Anti-Depression Task #1 – limit television.

There is something mentally unsettling and unnatural about “watching” tv. I’m addicted to reality tv and Netflix [binge watcher]. I own perhaps 100 books. In my living room, there are four cases overflowing with books being the anchor for a 40-inch television sitting on top. I haven’t read more than 20% of those damn books yet I watch television every day. Such a fraud.

I am ready to brawl and sacrifice for my mental stability, physical health, spiritual strength and emotional substance.

SheLived:1

Depression:0

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He Tried My Life

 

“You’re Hair is too Good for You to JUST be Black”

Yesterday, I was in a chicken and gyro joint waiting on my order when an employee comes over. He tried my life when he asked, “are you Jamaican?”

“No, why would I be Jamaican?” I said.

“Well, where are you from?” he asked.

I titled my head a little to the left because at this point I am confused and say, “I’m from America.”

“But where are you from?”

See, all I want to do is wait on my chicken with the jerk sauce on the side but I’m being harassed with geography questions. “I really don’t understand what you trying to ask me; I’m black.”

To which he replies, “so you’re not from Africa?”

“My ancestors….”

“Really, what country?”

Unfortunately, as a Black-American, my history, culture, and traditions were stolen, therefore, I do not know. However, I believe that statement was a light bulb moment for him because his eyes get wide as if he’s incredibly surprised,

“Oh, I get it. You are black. I thought you were either Caribbean or Jamaican”

“Cats out the bag. You got me!”

“….because of my hair?”

Yes.”

That Ain’t No Damn Compliment

First of all, let say that I all the way offended. Can’t you simply be black and simultaneously beautiful? You have to be something else, you have to need to mixed with something because — just black, nah. It’s so ridiculous that black women have to entertain these concepts and ideologies.

I know someone who is preparing to go natural and they said, “going natural ain’t for everybody…like me”. Here’s the skinny: when you go natural you are so liberated and free that you will be getting your complete and utter life! I love this shit. I’m getting better with it, learning new things and I think going natural is an experience that every black woman should have.

Stay With It

Getting back on track – Some might take it as a compliment that he thought I looked ‘exotic’ or another type of bullshit. Bish, what you mean? Honey, I’m a black woman and let that be all the information you need.  You don’t know a nann ‘nother species with more beautiful women than those with that melanin. I’m sorry, [No I’m not] I said it, [Yes I did]. Don’t even care, [Nope!]. What you gon do? [Shit].

 

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It’s Not a Conspiracy if It’s Not a Secret

C-O-N-S-P-I-R-A-C-Y

I’m on social media frequently to observe and there one word that keeps coming up in these conversations is “conspiracy”. Unfortunately, it used entirely out of context. Let’s start off with some working definitions:

Conspire (v): to agree together, especially secretly, to do something wrong, evil or illegal.

Conspiracy (n): an evil, unlawful, treacherous, or surreptitious plan formulated in secret by two or more persons; plot

Top 5ish

  • Was Lee Harvey Oswald the only shooter? Perhaps even the shooter?
  • Were American government agencies behind the 9/11 “terrorist” attack?
  • Is there really life on Mars?
  • Is Shakespeare a fraud?
  • The Bible?

The above questions are examples of a conspiracy. White police officers are not indicted, or even arrested, for the slaughtering of black people. It is not a conspiracy. It is a blatant disrespect and disregard for life, therefore, making it inhumane. It’s racism at it’s finest.

You Already Turned the Other Cheek — Now Turn It Back

Let’s be honest, ladies and gentlemen, most black people, after the original civil rights movement, looked the other way when it came racism in AmeriKKKa. They “let” us eat in their restaurants, they “let” us move into their neighborhoods, they “granted” us the same education as their children. Black people took their 40 acres, mule and truly believed that they had made it.

Inconvenient truth: we should have stayed separate. Why? Malcolm said, “segregation is that which is forced upon an inferior by a superior – separation is done voluntarily by two equals”. Why did we fight so hard to be apart of their society when they made it very clear that they never wanted us in it? To this very day, they don’t want us shopping in their stores, date their children – they don’t want us ALIVE. White AmeriKKKa has brainwashed a substantial amount of black people into buying into the concept of “new black”. New black, old black – black is black. White AmeriKKKa will never let you forget it; so don’t.

It Could Be Any One of Us

Can you believe you will be shot for rushing your daughter home because she has asthma? It can happen while riding the train on New Year’s Eve. You can be shot for walking home carrying snack from the corner store. You will be shot for simply being ALIVE.

The KKK wasn’t a secret; they want it to be known that they hate black people; AmeriKKKa really wants you to believe they all just perished. As in completely fell off the face of the Earth. No, no, they just took off their white, pointy hoods and put on $5000 suits. They became our teachers, congressmen and, of course, police officers. Currently, in AmeriKKKa a white man can be recorded killing a black person and still make it home in time for dinner.  Your victim lays dead in the street.

What I want to know is how the white man, with the blood of black people dripping off his fingers, can have the audacity to be asking black people, “Do they hate him?” That takes a lot of nerve. – Malcolm X

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