A Black woman is not a machine. She is a living, breathing being in need of nourishment and rest. When you first read this statement you might think, “duh, I know that!” However, are you truly living, breathing, and consciously replenishing your being? If your answer is no, you are not alone.
Many Black women, myself included, have been socially engineered to carry it all, endure it all, and take care of it all, and if there’s a little bit of time and energy left after doing so, we then consider tending to our own needs.
Historically, African-American women have been revered by their communities. When it comes to healing, conflict resolution, and leadership, the Black woman has always been the glue that holds a complex patchwork of the community together. This role played throughout history, while a great honor, becomes problematic when it becomes our sole identity. We are well aware that we are much more than what we do for others. However, some of us guilt ourselves into b