Every October, we see the same green ribbons and slogans: “It’s okay not to be okay.” But what happens when even saying you’re not okay feels dangerous, weak, or out of reach? What happens when you’re carrying generations of pain that nobody ever gave you permission to name?

Something is shifting in the air. You can feel it in the workplace when half the team looks like they’re running on fumes. You can feel it in the group chats when everyone goes quiet at once. You can see it in the mirror — that heavy, tired look that no amount of sleep seems to fix. Mental health in late 2025 has reached a boiling point. Not because we suddenly “care less” about ourselves — but because the world around us keeps getting heavier, louder, and faster. We’ve

Every October 10th, the world pauses for World Mental Health Day. You’ll see the green ribbons, the hashtags, and those perfectly filtered “take care of yourself” posts. Everyone suddenly becomes an advocate for a day — and then the next morning, the internet moves on. But what happens to the people who can’t move on? The ones still sitting in silence, scrolling through motivational quotes while fighting tears they can’t explain? Let’s be real: we’ve reached a point whe

Too Young, Too Soon – A Roll Call of Lost Black Lives Society often reminds us how “young” 31 is. But for far too many Black lives in America, even reaching 31 — or even adulthood — was a dream denied. Their deaths weren’t accidents of fate; many were the result of racism, injustice, or systemic failures. Below is a collective roll call. It is not complete, because tragically, the list continues to grow. But each name represents a life stolen, a future erased, and a communi

Confession! Every September, I feel my whole soul shift. The air gets crisper, the leaves start whispering their golden secrets, and suddenly—I’m that girl clutching a pumpkin spice latte like it’s liquid gold. And I’m not ashamed to admit it: I love pumpkin-flavored season

We live in a time where an “influencer” can change your mind faster than your mama or your pastor ever could. One post, one TikTok, one viral video—and suddenly you’re buying a $70 face cream, voting differently, or feeling like your life is trash compared to someone else’s highlight reel.

Sooo, let’s talk. We live in a world where your therapist might be… a chatbot. Yep, in 2025, more and more people are turning to artificial intelligence to vent, journal, or even ask for “therapy-like” advice. It’s cheap, it’s 24/7, and it never judges or so people think. But here’s the tea: experts are warning us that AI isn’t built to handle the heavy stuff. And if you’ve seen the latest headlines, you know this isn’t just a tech story it’s a mental health crisis waiting

Listen… if you watched Sistas this week (Aug. 27, 2025), you already know we went through it. I swear Tyler Perry must sit in the writers’ room like, “how can I ruin their peace tonight?” 😩 Because babyyy, this episode had me yelling at the TV, laughing, and lowkey side-eyeing half these characters.

If you catch me on a random Tuesday night with snacks in hand and a blanket over my head like a cape… mind your business—I’m probably deep in an old-school rerun or seven. My TV love language is simple: comfort, chaos, crime, and a little supernatural sauce. I grew up on appointment television—no DVR, no “skip intro,” just you, the couch, and a prayer you made it home before the theme song. Now, streaming lets me time-travel: one minute it’s Living Single, the next it’s Star

Let’s be honest… some Mondays hit harder than others. And if you're anything like me, you probably woke up today feeling like the world expects you to be “on,” productive, grateful, energized, and positive—all before your first sip of coffee.  Mental Health Monday-When You’re Tired, Forgetful, and Just Trying to Keep It Together

Let’s have a real moment, sis. Mental health has finally entered the mainstream, but for too long, our voices were left out of the conversation. The therapy rooms weren’t always built for us. The resources weren’t written in our language. And the so-called “self-help” movement rarely saw us — Black, bold, brilliant — as the audience it needed to serve. But that’s changing. We’re taking up space. We’re rewriting the narrative. We’re healing out loud.

Let’s get straight to it, sis. Why is it that the people who claim to “love you” the most are the same ones watching you build something from the ground up... in complete silence? They see your grind. They see your posts. They see your growth. But somehow, they “forgot” to like it, share it, or even publicly support it. And yet — when a stranger launches the same thing? They repost. They buy. They cheer like it's Beyoncé dropping a new line. Let’s talk about it.

We’ve talked about the symptoms. We’ve talked about the pain, the gaslighting, and the cost. Now, it’s time to talk about something they almost never bring up in doctor’s offices or pamphlets: The connection between trauma and fibromyalgia. Because for a lot of us, fibromyalgia didn’t just show up out of nowhere. It came after something. After a major loss. After years of unprocessed stress. After abuse. After pushing past your limit for so long, your body finally said, E

In Part 1, we covered the basics: what fibromyalgia is, how many people it affects, new treatments in 2025, and natural remedies that actually help. But if you’ve been living with this condition—or watching someone you love suffer through it , you know there’s a lot more to the story. Because fibromyalgia isn’t just a diagnosis. It’s a life disruption. It messes with your money, your mental health, your sense of self, and sometimes your belief in the entire healthcare sys

Let’s be real—fibromyalgia is one of those silent battles a lot of people fight, but barely anybody talks about. The pain, the fatigue, the brain fog, the judgment from others who say, “But you don’t look sick.” Sis, let’s talk about it—loudly, clearly, and with facts. Whether you’ve been diagnosed, you’re still trying to figure out what’s going on with your body, or you're watching someone you love go through it—this post is for you. We're unpacking what fibromyalgia really

Let’s be real—life moves fast. Between endless scrolling, non-stop notifications, and the mental gymnastics of juggling work, family, and dr

When you’re diagnosed with lupus, it feels like your body betrays you. One day you’re pushing through a little fatigue. The next, you’re staring down inflammation, brain fog, hair loss, aching joints, and a flurry of doctors unsure which symptom to chase first. That’s the reality for millions—and in 2025, while lupus is still deeply misunderstood by the public, something incredible is happening in both the medical world and holistic wellness. There’s new hope. This isn’t ju

There are moments when time seems to stand still. When the world watches in shared horror, heartbreak, and helplessness. The devastating floods that struck Central Texas over the July 4th holiday weekend in 2025 was one of those moments. But through the tears, one truth emerged: love—fierce, selfless, and enduring—carried us. This isn’t just about disaster. It’s about humanity. It’s about the faces behind the headlines. It’s about how we hold each other when the storm come

Let me get this off my chest right now... Sade Perkins is not misunderstood. She is not brave. She is not a truth-teller, in my personal opinion. She is—based on her own words, behavior, and refusal to take accountability—cruel, calculated, and in my opinion… evil. And trust me, I don’t use that word lightly. Now ya'll know we don’t just react—we reflect. We dissect. And when someone goes on the internet and uses a tragic event involving children as a soapbox for persona

Let’s keep it 100...When you see someone sleeping on a sidewalk, talking to themselves, or digging through a trash can just to eat—what’s the first thought that crosses your mind? “They’re lazy”? “They’re on drugs”? “They must’ve done something to end up like that”? Rarely do we think: “That could’ve been me.”  And most of us think this way... And SHAME ON US—if we’re being honest—We have trained ourselves to look away. Maybe it’s out of guilt. Maybe fear. Maybe we’re jus