SophieJ Life Experiences

What a beautiful day to be a black woman! That simple statement could have filled my heart. After a much-needed break, I’m reflecting on the past few years and wondering how I managed everything. Graduating early this year from a mental health program while struggling with my own mental health concerns has been a real challenge, and I’m only just beginning to understand it. It’s important to remember that when it comes to mental health and people of color, we are still learning and evolving. Early research on health issues was primarily conducted by and for non-melanated individuals, which can lead to misdiagnoses. As a person of color, it’s crucial to question any diagnosis concerning your health. This isn’t about being complicated; it’s about advocating for yourself and understanding the reasons behind the assigned diagnosis or label.

It is 2024! In this era of influencers giving unrealistic advice about office outfits without ever working in a corporate environment…… You should be careful with anything presented to you and in any setting! I want to cover a wide range of topics in this blog, and, above all, I’m eager to engage with those of you who are interested in my thoughts. What topics would you like me to address, or do you have any suggestions for the blog? I genuinely value your input. When I began jotting down my reflections, it was primarily a way to navigate through the challenges of the pandemic. It prompted me to reflect on how my life was being upended, its impact on every aspect of my being, and the sense of helplessness that lingered for months. Writing and reading, in general, have been instrumental in guiding me through numerous tough times. I am forever grateful to authors such as Delly, Danielle Steel, Gary Victor, and Meghan March. More recently, I have discovered some black indie authors who have allowed me to lose myself, escape, and dream.

How has 2024 has been treating you so far? Let’s do a check and see how your blood pressure rises. I have been so drained those past few months that I wonder how I made it so far those past eight years! Eight years since I left my beautiful islands for the coldest country I know. All puns intended. Eight years of survival mode to be completely transparent. Eight years of hoping for some fresh air. I was sold a dream which is in reality a slow decent in hell if you’re not conscious of how being away affects you. How the trauma associated with migrating can take different forms over the years.

This blog is meant to be lighthearted and enjoyable, but my thoughts weigh heavily on me some days. I completely understand if you need to take a break and enforce your boundaries. Please do what’s best for you. However, if you’re still here, I hope you’ll join me in processing the state of the world. Your presence means a lot to me, and I’m grateful you’re here.

PS: Ladies and gentlemen, we are operating on Jasmine Crockett time. Please remember the purpose of you being here.