i wish i had something glamorous, deep or even profound to say. Alas, i don’t... This year was another year full of challenges. Lost family, tried to navigate working through an injury, all the while avoiding the virus like it was the plague. But guess what? My Black-Ass has been in therapy, and i’m GRATEFUL for it. I’ve been able to manage and navigate all of the challenges I’ve encountered, so much so that i actually look forward to addressing shit that i used to cower from. i’ve been on this journey a year and some change, and I’ve tackled some major demons. Identifying my triggers, banishing toxic patterns and being HONEST with myself is a practice... (whew) 😰 but having this practice is the medicine i didn’t know i needed. My only regret is that i didn’t start this journey 20 years ago. One More thing ☝🏿 i remember when i was on my search for a therapist, in my mind i thought i needed a Black Lesbian (real specific). I was wrong as hell lol. After reaching out to so many to no avail, I decided to broaden my search. and guess what? My therapist happens to be a straight Polish Woman. She gets it and i’m able to go all the way there with her ✊🏿 My prayer for the new year is to continue to heal. that’s it shout out to @mickey.mc for walking me through the process of getting into therapy. I appreciate you 💙 Happy healing, Y’all keep them masks on 📸: @mikejackjr