Inspired By Bradshaw

Is it just me or is life really a sack of shit sometimes? Being grown is exhausting. Being a black woman is even more exhausting. Last year i started reading a book “ Black woman die exhausted” or something to that extent. I didn’t even make it through the first chapter because the first topic was very traumatic for me. It spoke about a black woman dealing with infertility. LOL I closed that book so fast. It’s a new year and i still haven’t started reading it. I said that to say, black women… LETS HEAL! Here, I’ll be speaking and asking real questions. You’ll get to know the things i fear, the things that traumatized me in the past, the food i love, I’m telling everything here. I hope to help someone with my thoughts or give someone some closure. Lmao who tf do i really think i am? Yall can thank Carrie Bradshaw for this. Black women can have a voice too. Right?