
The One Where My Mom Dies
As a Black woman, grief was a luxury that I didn’t have time for and no one else had time for me to fall apart.

As a Black woman, grief was a luxury that I didn’t have time for and no one else had time for me to fall apart.

No one really tells you the proper way to heal from rejection or failed relationships, you need someone to process those feelings with and that’s what a therapist can do.