I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not exactly the best when it comes to taking breaks. I always feel like there’s more that needs to be done, and I’ll often find myself working well past my bedtime trying to satisfy this need to be productive.
I read an article the other day which spoke about our growing obsession with the idea of “being busy” and how we often use our busyness as a measure of how meaningful our lives are. I.e. the busier we perceive ourselves to be the more importance or meaning we were able to assign to our lives. I.was.Triggered.
I’ve been thinking about this concept a lot lately. Particularly how our sense of self, the narratives we share about our lives and the company we keep can either deplete or add to our sense of validity as individuals.
When I think back to situations, which if I were presented with now,I would have handled them differently.I can almost always trace these back to a time where I felt I didn’t have this genuine sense of self.
The fact is “Validity” a sense that we are worthy and capable of demanding more for our selves and current situations isn’t always God-given. Coming from a place of self-doubt or a perhaps even a history of self-sabotage can make demanding more seem impossible or even unreasonable.
Lately, the topic of Mental health and its presence within the black community have become huge topics of discussion within black spaces. Prior to this I never felt that blackness was something that was included within conversations regarding mental health. So much that it often seemed as though it was something beyond the realms in which we existed.
However, recent personal events have only gone to confirm what many of us have always known. That blackness/skin tone is in no way a barrier to mental health issues.
Around this time last year I decided to take a break from blogging. This was for a number of reasons and I wasn’t sure how long it was going to last but I knew I wanted to come back with something new.