My spirit is being threatened; today I feel the weight of Lucille Clifton’s line “won’t you celebrate with me… that everyday someone has tried to kill me and has failed.”
Is it the vexation of being misunderstood that shakes you so? Or is it frightening to know that someone, somewhere sees you clearly?
DISCLAIMER: Without a doubt, I am beyond grateful to have a job. I am grateful to still have a job and to have had a job for majority of the pandemic. This blog post does not deny or erase my gratitude. Instead, it highlights a major challenge: navigating toxic positivity in the workplace, a pandemic... Continue Reading →
Sometimes there are deep dark depressions that not even the kindest of words can pull me out of.