As we come out of our Labor Day weekend, here’s a throwback to the Medium article I wrote last year. Was it a cry for help? Nah. But was it an invitation for our Black providers to start acknowledging their experience as humans with limited resources? You better believe it was.
Although we now find ourselves entering the “new normal”, it seems more important than ever to avoid putting up blinders to the oh so recent (ahem, and incredibly traumatic) season of life where circumstance showed us our limits and once again, society asked us to push past those limits. At best, this request came in the name of the greater good and at worst, because these systems only find value in the output of a person. Intentions aside, many of us found ourselves in rock-bottom levels of exhaustion.
So, considering that we once again have more access to the pace and demands of the world, where are you putting your energy? Have you returned to the same toxic hustle culture that depleted you in the first place? What internalized societal narratives have you begun to live out again in the name of being the “Strong Black Woman”, the “Successful Overachiever” or the “Ever-Available Caretaker”?
Let this be a moment to pause. To reflect. And to identify those patterns that no longer bear repeating.
I revisit this article often - as it is a snapshot of moment I allowed my unpolished self to be witnessed, both as a form of personal liberation and as a means to extend permission for others to assess their own needs, limits and ultimately their humanity. It also serves as a milestone for the level of alignment I’ve achieved since and as the origin story of the unapologetic commitment I now embody to centering and protecting my wellbeing.
I’ll leave you with a few gentle reminders:
It’s never too late to take the first step and there’s no path we’ve traveled so far down that we cannot chart a new course that better suits us.