I DID A THING!
After attaining my new dream job working in educational policy, I got to work on a major report addressing the suspension crisis being faced in New York State that points out Black students are getting suspended at a larger rate than any other race/ethnicity.
I was recently employed by a tech startup company, and was let go yesterday due to large budget cuts across the org. However, I do believe when one door closes another opens. I am asking if there any leads or knowledge of any open research positions in this space send my way!
This year I was forced to face myself in ways I had never before. I looked inward, I isolated, I lost, I cried. I was humbled and held accountable. striped of material life, of ego, of superficial, and forced to make choices.
My nephew called me on FT just to tell me he missed me, that there’s only one seat left at the dinner table and it’s for me ... then wanted me to read him his bedtime prayer
I just realized i came home drunk af yesterday ... did my skin care routine went to the kitchen and made myself a plate .. just to fall asleep on the kitchen floor
They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone and that’s a dub. I inadvertently become a fuck boy. I need time and space, I need the confusion, sadness, anger. The journey is going to make me so much of a better person for the next.
Update: My therapist dug deep today, took me places I purposely blocked off and didn’t want to resurface. They said that that’s what’s ultimately keeping me from my potential and why I’m finding myself in similar situations. They told me to go home and grieve, it’s ok to grieve.
For all those families out there struggling to homeschool their kids, i am offering to virtually tutor. I am a former licensed special education teacher with a MEd and that’s taught special education and general education in a variety of grades.
Please feel free to reach out.
I need a therapist like yesterday. Because y’all mother fuckers on Gods green earth are getting the best of me and I’m doing my absolute best to keep this shit together... but honestly SHIT.
$250 worth of plants, $30 on Popeyes/Kfc, two pints of talenti, a crumb cake, and two essentia water bottles later ... am I depressed? Am I spiraling? Is it both? Find out next time!
Update: My therapist identified that I’ve developed a high emotional intelligence— through trauma — that I actually intellectualize trauma and disassociate as opposed to feeling. He made me visualize one of my traumatic experiences in order to vividly describe my feelings.. whew
Update: My therapist dug deep today, took me places I purposely blocked off and didn’t want to resurface. They said that that’s what’s ultimately keeping me from my potential and why I’m finding myself in similar situations. They told me to go home and grieve, it’s ok to grieve.