“Compromise? What is compromise?” -Eartha Kitt
If I had to sum up my 20’s I’d say, the man that knows something knows that he knows nothing at all. Daily, I am finding out more and more about the person I am and the person I want to become. I used to view this journey through a lens, a lens that only magnified my imperfections.The pressures and deadlines put forth by a standard I don’t subscribe to in a society that doesn’t value me, as who I really am. I became obsessed with those imperfections and those deadlines-- you know the ones: kids, marriage, a house, a degree this and that... All things we are taught and told we need to posses in order to define our value. I think that’s bullshit. I had to learn to love the nigga/person inside of me in order to fully understand the beauty of being a 20 Something. I had to learn to love myself and by any means, which led me to therapy. I sought out therapy because I couldn’t make sense of how to manage my emotions in a way that's healthy and productive. I sought out therapy to learn how to care for myself in a way that didn’t involve external vices. I think there’s this negative stigma around therapy that runs rampant in the black community, this stigma I personally want to begin to dispel.
I can honestly say that after two years of therapy, I have become committed to becoming the best version of myself I can be and that shit is so awesome. So awesome that I want to use this platform, on the Secret Life of a 20 Something, as a form of advocacy for mental health awareness and self- care and to share my experiences. I will share art as forms of media that can be used to inspire/ help heal someone like it has helped me. I don’t have any answers just experiences and the promise to be as transparent as possible in sharing how I get through this shit.
kt signing off,