The Difficulty Of Self Care

A drawing with the words too worthy on it.

Each morning, the first time I rise the sky is still inky blue and outside still smells like night time. I brush my teeth and sit in my meditation corner. I pray in love for peace and preparation. I ask our Creator that if lives must be sacrificed for change, that this change is forever…

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Finding Myself Through Therapy

A man is walking down a path near the ocean.

When I think about being a therapist and my past feelings about therapy, a big smile appears on my face. I smile because I still cannot believe how misdirected my personal feelings about therapy once were. I used to think that therapy was only for “messed up” people—you know, those who could not deal with…

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Coming Out: An Act of Welcoming Self

A cross in the middle of a grassy field.

I continue to be astounded at the gifts welcoming myself into authenticity has afforded. Don’t get me wrong; it has not been without challenge. I now celebrate over seven years of being a Black Lesbian Christian Pluralist. I find it important to locate myself in these identities because I recognize my privilege and freedom to…

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