Somehow, even with wanting to sever my blood ties in order to stand independent of the toxicity I was in line to receive, I still managed to inherit the only heirlooms my lineage could afford me ⏤ depression, anxiety and the auspicious ability to stand in my own way.
I was stubborn, so I was adamant about overcoming it all despite what either nature or nurture had to say about it.
ambitions as a writer
Growing up before social media, before think pieces on how media objectifies women, before the rise in movements supporting conscious and ambitious women, my empowerment came from the same source: music. “Survivor” by Destiny’s Child was the first song I heard that made me associate women with strength and I emulated the camo-wearing power stomp and fist pump combo move screaming “I’M A SURVIVOR!” whenever neglect, rejection and self-doubt stranded me on my emotional deserted island.
30 is the new 20
Growing into adulthood didn’t come with diagrams mapping out the different facets of independence and how it would evolve with time.
Struggle was in large part due to a lack of preparation of what to expect from the life we were getting ready to wander into and who knew that inflation could loosely be applied to the age of independence as well.