An Introvert’s Guide to Social Wellness: Musings of an Angry Black Woman

Part 6 of a 6-part series. Radical, Militant, Uncompromising Self-Care: A Black Woman’s Manifesto. Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;    Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone                             Tell where I lie. Alexander Pope Ode on Solitude I want to run away. I’ve wanted to run away all my life. I used to sit …

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I think therefore I am angry.

Part 5 of a 6-part series. Radical, Militant, Uncompromising Self-Care: A Black Woman’s Manifesto To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time. James Baldwin After completing my self-care practice inventory on January 1, 2018 and seeing I had no intellectual practices, I wept for myself. So …

Realism is a bitch.

Part 4 of a 6-part series. Radical, Militant, Uncompromising Self-Care: A Black Woman’s Manifesto. I was recently certified in EQ-i 2.0, EQ 360, and TESI. During my pre-training coaching session, the coach who had reviewed the results of my assessment, which showed almost no optimism but very high reality testing asked, “Are you an optimist or a pessimist?” I said, …

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Are you there God? It’s me Adriane.

Part 3 of a 6-part series. Radical, Militant, Uncompromising Self-Care: A Black Woman’s Manifesto. I believe; help my unbelief! –Mark 9:24 (NRSV) ag·nos·tic noun a person who believes that nothing is known or can be known of the existence or nature of God or of anything beyond material phenomena; a person who claims neither faith nor disbelief in God. My …

My Body Hates Me. It’s Mutual.

Part 2 of a 6-part series. Radical, Militant, Uncompromising Self-Care: A Black Woman’s Manifesto. I have been at war with my body for as long as I remember. At first, my mom was at war with my body. It didn’t shed baby fat fast enough. My breasts got too large too soon. The hourglass figure needed to be hidden because …

Radical, Militant, Uncompromising Self-Care: A Black Woman’s Manifesto

Part 1 of 6 This is my tribute to Erica Garner and every black woman who has succumbed to the health risks of being a black female person in the United States of America. In May of 2011, I went to my water aerobics class early one morning after the spring semester had ended. While taking a shower, I felt a horrible …