Surviving the trauma of my family

Surviving the trauma of my family

I remember the day when one of my friends made the decision to stand up for me by telling his mom about my abuse. As a result, my adoptive mom called an emergency family meeting where they interrogated me as my grandfather sat directly across from me. They questioned why I never cried or screamed, as if that was the only way to prove the abuse I endured. When he denied it, everyone left... and I felt my stomach drop to the floor.

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How my daughter saved me from a mental health breakdown

How my daughter saved me from a mental health breakdown

But even with an amazing therapist… I still didn't feel "right." My heart would feel like it was going to burst, rendering me unable to catch my breath. Eventually, I lost interest in my studies and dropped out of school at age 15. I didn't care about anything, not school, my family, or my future. I didn't have anything or anyone to give me hope...until the birth of my daughter.

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Broke, Depressed, & Burnt Out: Why I quit being a counselor

Broke, Depressed, & Burnt Out: Why I quit being a counselor

When announcing my desire to leave the field and take a break, I was met with, “But we need more black counselors like you in the field… How could you leave?” While I recognize the significant need for clinicians of color, I am unwilling to turn my profession into martyrdom. I will not exhaust my mental energy and watch my body wither for the sake of another. I deserve the same space to heal as my clients.

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