There are certain dates that, even if they don't have Google Calendar reminders, they for damn sure live permanently in the body. The day you met. The day everything changed. The day you realized this relationship would never look the way you once imagined. Today is one of those days for me. Today is the day Will and I met. He has been gone for some time now, and yet, here he is. In my chest. In my memory. In the slightly peculiar heaviness that arrived this morning before I even named it. In...

There’s a particular kind of sigh that so many Black women know well. You prolly just took it! You know the one, a sigh that comes from deep in the chest, somewhere between exhaustion and endurance. It’s the sound of holding so much. Responsibility, family, community, grief, excellence, fear, hope AND still showing up. For generations, we’ve been asked to carry more than any one person should. And yet we keep moving, keep giving, keep loving, keep holding it all together. As a clinical...

As a Black female presenting and identified psychologist working in academia community psychology, and private practice, I understand the...