Still water, untouched and unmoved, almost appearing as glass, reaching far beyond the horizon into the unknown. Clear blue skies enable you to see the shore and the wind feels good on your skin. Everything is perfect as you sail out to parts unknown. You can still close your eyes and envision the crowd of loved ones cheering you on as you set out for another quest. Life is good, until it isn’t.
I’ve written multiple times about my struggles with Mental Health. I’ve talked about Depression multiple times over, Anxiety, ADHD, Medication, and Social Media Addiction. I’m going into another phase of the process. Getting essential help.
There is a common misconception in the media about black people and the police. Some people trust them, some hate them, and some are indifferent. Growing up in Detroit, I was indifferent. A lot of my personal interactions were good. Police came to school to talk, Police Athletic League, and some of the officers I knew. Yet, the hardest part was knowing that I was lucky.
My goal for this week is to dedicate this week to women and various topics along the spectrum. I touched on something from the Bible regarding womanhood, I spoke on the Wonder Woman movie and today I wanted to talk about allyship, feminism, and intersectionality.
After last week and reflecting on Male Privilege, I have really started to examine myself in many ways. Which biases do I still need to work on and how do I process these lessons in a more holistic way? My moral has been that you must be uncomfortable to grow, so I must place myself in those environments to grow.
As a black man fighting to develop his identity, while trying to be conscious of some of the more toxic traits of a patriarchal society, I can honestly say that I’ve never experienced blatant sexism until today. I literally watched a group of people treat me different because I was a male compared to my coworker. Wow. Continue reading “Experiencing Male Privilege”
The older I get, the more I start to fill out my Dad’s shoes. I look in the mirror and see him daily. I speak and I hear his voice. I’ve come to a place of peace about most things but I struggle with becoming him when I look at the bottle.
For the record, I am probably ten years old deep down inside. I never learned how to pray from someone. I always did the poem prayers but never learned how to make my own. So, when I talk about a relationship with God. This is new for me. Here’s what I learned so far about prayer.
I like who I’m becoming and God is an inseparable part of that. As I’ve been developing, I have been trying to figure out how to explain to people who Christianity as a religion is flawed like all religions but Christianity as a faith is more than church on Sunday, it’s a love story everyday.