White ppl dragging each other is my favorite sport
Who is Jaquan?
^ im trying to figure that out
Like shit ๐๐๐
Aye bruh
Finding out who Jaquan is ? And why he use bruh is the only mystery here
^Itโs my cousin, you can chill.
if hillary nae naes her way into the presidency
Iโll dab my way to Canada
Iโm milly rocking to Mexico
Ima whip my way to Africa
Iโm Harlem Shaking it to Switzerland.
Imma hit dem folks in Jamaica.
Iโm Cha-Cha sliding to Chile
Iโm gonna Superman to Spain
Imma lean wit it and most definitely rock wit it to Amsterdam
I'ma walk it out to Madagascar
I'ma Charleston to Chad
Imma Diddy bop my way to Barbados
Iโm shmoney dancing straight to Sri Lanka.
Imma Avenue to Argentina
Imma palance to Panama
Ill chicken noodle soup ta Bankok
dutty wine to fiji
Iโll tootsie roll to Trinidad
Ima have to syvah my ass to Syria.
Iโll twerk my ass to Turks and Caicos.
Iโm jerkin to Japan
Iโm sexy walkin to Italy..
Iโm dustin my shoulders off to Cuba
Iโm Electric Sliding to East Africa
Iโm beefing it up to heaven. Fuck earth.
imma Kodak bop to Florida ๐
The kids with blue eyes got hugs and toys, while the kids with brown eyes got nothing
20 fucking 16 tho
do white people still think they invented rock & roll??
white people think they invented everything but crime
When its literally the opposite
This so accurate
I love drunk Beyoncรฉ.
The โi wanna go to Disney Worldโ part gets me all the time ! ๐
โ lord Jesus itโs a fire ๐๐โ
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When most people hear the term โmental illness, often times, many negative things come to mind. To some, mental illness means youโre crazy & something is wrong with you. Nobodyโs going to understand you. Nobody is gonna like you. Theyโll never really love youโฆ & these thoughts are what trigger mental illness &/or make present mental illnesses worsen.
Nobody wants to be labeled, especially as anything negative. When youโre diagnosed with any kind of mental illness, it automatically makes you become more sheltered with the outside world. Letโs give anxiety for example. Most people donโt really consider anxiety anything other than a mind game that you play out in you own brain. However, itโs more than that. Itโs something you have no control over. Sometimes it can be caused by overthinking or whatever the case may be, but most people who have anxiety will tell you that whenever they become overly anxious, something automatically happens through their body. Their heart rate begins to go up, they may sweat a little, or even become nauseous or just vomit altogether. They feel as though the world is closing in on them, the air is becoming tighter; they feel like theyโre reaching deathโฆ
How do I know this? I know many people who suffer from anxietyโฆ myself being one of them. Iโve experienced anxiety on one too many occasions. Iโve also suffered from chronic depression & suicidal thoughts/attempts. I am not afraid to admit any of this, nor am I ashamed of it anymore. It needs to be talked about. I am a BLACK WOMAN WHO SUFFERS FROM MENTAL ILLNESS. For a long time, I was in denial about my disorder(s). I seemed very โnormal,โ & I have always been strong. I can handle many things & I have been through & have seen so much. I figured since I wasnโt in a mental institution or rehab or anything, I was fine. Iโm not crazy. Black people donโt get โmental illnesses.โ Boy was I wrong, & ignorant too! Growing up, I endured emotional & physical abuse. This is what brought on the anxiety. After a while, I felt as though everyone was out to get me. I didnโt feel wanted.
I became this very angry person as I got older. I had what was called post traumatic stress disorder. I was unconsciously aware that what happened to me in my past was having an impact on my present. Suddenly, more of my past was becoming a reality, but worse. In middle school, I used to cut. I was already in pain, & oddly, I wanted to feel more. Not because I liked it, but I believed that it would make me feel better. I knew I wasnโt much of a crier, so I figured hurting myself would cause me to cry, in hopes of crying away my pain & feeling better in the end. Instead, it made it worse. I tried to end it all after that. I began going to church & building a relationship with God.
Fast forward to when I was 17. The abuse worsened. I wasnโt making good grades, wasnโt getting along with my family; nothing seemed to be going right. I ended up losing my aunt, then my grandmother the very next year, & in the midst of it all, trying to survive a new school where I didnโt fit in what so ever, along with being in a toxic relationship. This of course, worsened the depression. I tried to end it all again. I knew I needed guidance, so I went back to church to rebuild my relationship with God. The suicide was done for the time being, but the depression & anxiety still haunted me.
2011 was the worse year of my life, yet the best because I learned so much about myself. I was the most depressed I had ever been & my anxiety was through the roof! I was so busy listening to other people & how I should live my life, living through them, & just overall loving everyone else, BUT ME! I thought that loving everyone else was what I needed to do to overcome everything. I felt like if I were kind to others, the reciprocation of the good karma would come back to me in tenfold. Of course, this worsened the depression and anxiety. I was anxious about making others mad at me. I wanted everyone to be so proud of me, but because I was so wrapped up in the thoughts of making other people happy, I wasnโt focused on making myself happy. I wasnโt loving myself.
I ended things with the young man I was involved with, and wrote an angry poem about how much of a dog he was later that night. I felt divine afterwards. I have been writing since I were 7, but before this time (in 2011), I hadnโt written a thing since about 2004. I almost forgot how free writing made me feel. As time went on, I began looking for other things to make me happy. I knew I did not enjoy my mental illnesses, so I tried different things to refocus my mind & get back into the swing of things. The things that stuck the most & still exist within my life are writing of course, reading more frequently, yoga, & talking to people & not being afraid to open up.
Fast forward 2 years later in 2013. I had gotten many areas of my life together & was constantly writing. I sometimes bounced in & out of my depression, but it was nothing major. I hadnโt had a suicidal thought in a while, & aside from the everyday stressors, I was happy. I was contentโฆ & that was the problem; being too comfortable & too content. I ended up linking back up with said young man that I had been involved with since 2009. Of course, it ended again & not too wellโฆ but that time, it was for good. I had also fallen out with my bestfriend I had been friends with for 11 years. I was learning that just because you have years with a person, that does not mean that they belong in your life. Some people are for a season, but everyone is for a reason.
Since then, I have been able to identify so many strengths & weaknesses within myself. I have been able to not only find myself, but a better version of myself. I am more confident than ever before. I am happy overall. I had to go through so much (some things that I didnโt even mention) to get here. I am grateful I was able to pick up the pieces. I am able to know when something isnโt right, but also distinguish when something is so totally right.
I still do battle with anxiety & depression, but with God, writing, reading, yoga, & the wonderful people in my life, I am able to cope. Being a black woman with mental illness is not easy at all. As stated earlier, there is a myth that black people donโt have mental illnesses. They say mental illness is a โwhite thing,โ but let me tell you something, mental illness doesnโt care if youโre black, white, Chinese, or polka dot.
Growing up, I was always taught to have tough skin. This led me to believe that I was not allowed to be sad & if I needed to talk, well, good luck. This is not to say that my family loves me any less because I know that they love me unconditionally, but by the way they were raised & the generations prior (not expressing themselves as mug through words), it made it hard for me to express myself. It made it hard to deal with my mental illnesses. I want for everyone to know that mental illness is a real thing. It is nothing to toy around with. It is nothing to fault somebody for. Have consideration for people because you just never know what a person is going through. Compliment each for other. Lift each other up. Accept people for who they are, & go on about your day.
Also, for those reading who have or are suffering with mental illness, you are not alone. No matter how alone you feel, you are not alone. If possible, seek professional help (though I do not recommend taking medication because those medicinals will worsen your illness & cause other things to go wrong). Go to church. Talk to God. Do different things that make you feel good & it is totally okay if no one agrees with your decisions that make you happy. If thereโs something that isnโt serving you happiness, let it go because more than likely, itโs toxic to your well being. When you love yourself unconditionally, you will naturally attract the right things & people. I know what itโs like to feel alone. I am still a work in progress, but I have come so far.
Not speaking on mental illness within the black community will only stagger the growth within ourselves. Mental health isnโt a โwhite thing,โ as I stated earlier. Thatโs that slave mentality. Mental illness is a chemical imbalance within the brain that causes you to feel & behave a certain way. We all have our problems, but we can all get through them.
I hope to have touched someoneโs life with this read. I am to write for self healing in hopes of inspiring someone else to be a better them. Below is the number to the national suicide hotline. Donโt be afraid to speak out & donโt be afraid to speak up. If youโre afraid to speak to anyone else, I promise, I am all ears. I will listen, give you feedback, or whatever you need, but you are not alone.
Namaste souls.
National Suicide Hotline # (1800)273-8255
Eighty-eight of Detroitโs 97 public schools were closed Wednesday when teachers participated in a districtwide โsickoutโ to push for demands related to school conditions and their rights as employees. The protests align with a very high profile visitor in Detroit.
today in class war
black people white peopling
LMFAO!!!!! can we make this a thing tho???
It was a thing until they took it from us lol
Iโm talking about white peopling lolโฆ.
lmao im sick
Branson Belchie II,ย Black Lives Matter (animated .gif) / 2015
NO THIS IS SOME QUALITY CONTENT
I am absolutely done. 100% GONE GOODBYE WORLD.
๐ WTFFF
Lmaooooo
โDear President Obama! NIGGA YOU AINโT SHIT!!!โ (Open Letter To Obama)
At first i read the title and was like what the hell, then i watched it and im like ๐ฅ ๐๐พ
AYO THIS NEEDS WAY MORE NOTES!!!!! REBLOG THE HELL OUT OF THIS!
THATโS REAL SHIT!!!!!!
Obama please watch this
This gave me chills
Not only does Obama need to see this, but this kid needs to be in the next cast of Hamilton. For real though. @linmanuel
Nigga THIS WAS AMAZING!
CNN keeps playing Laquan McDonaldโs death video on a loop.
This is why people are so desensitized to the murder of black people.
Theyโre doing it on purpose for that exact reason.
Itโs working too. My natural reaction is to be angry when stuff like Trayvon Martin, Rakia Boyd and Laquan McDonald happpen but Iโm not going to lie, actually seeing it happen doesnt shock me like it used to.
And I hate that.
Itโs propaganda, this is how every genocide starts. By dehumanizing the oppressed and desensitizing their oppression. Ironically, in the case of the African diaspora, its seems like the genocide timeline is running backwards.
@arealhappieplace ๐๐๐๐๐
