I don't know about you but I need to have the things that frustrate me in my life. I need lies and betrayal and adversity and disappointment and hopelessness and expectations and goals and anxiety and neurotic thoughts. Because who am I without them?
Throughout the summer, I had been seeing a therapist. Because there is a super black woman complex, I was ashamed that I couldn't just pray, take a nap and do what I needed to do. However after many strong suggestions and sleep deprived nights, I got into an Uber and sat down on that comfy couch to cry in front of a stranger.