Like many in the black community, I had a sense of humiliation surrounding depression and anxiety. I didn’t want a label to define me which is why I was totally against speaking with a therapist. I was terrified of being diagnosed and therein given a label. I was struggling with my own thoughts and doing it in silence. My mind was my enemy and I felt it was my war to fight on my own. After all, it is “my” mind. I had become my own worst enemy and soon I started to feel like suicide was my only option… I felt death was better than my suffering. Yet, I never went through with it wholeheartedly. My malti-poo is why...
Hello Fit Fam! Welcome! Who would have thought, you would be reading this right now? By saying that, I mean I never wanted to “be my own boss” growing up. Let’s talk about it. (1) I struggled badly with depression and anxiety. I had what I called “racing thoughts” often. I will describe it as thousands of thoughts crossing my mind like a flood gate was released and having absolutely no control in stopping it. It was overwhelming! (2) I didn’t want to deal with all the decision making because I wholeheartedly believed it would increase my anxiety and if the business failed, I knew I would slip into a bad case of depression. (3) If you haven’t noticed yet,...
