Protecting My Energy

This shift in my focus forced me to see myself beyond the professoriate, and critically imagine what it would mean live the remainder of my grad school life on my own terms. What would it mean to no longer stress myself out about academic publishing because I didn’t have a “sufficient” record for the job market? What would it mean to no longer care about “lacking oral dexterity” (a phrase that a professor used to describe me) when discussing complex, jargonistic scholarship with my peers? At the time, I had no clue. But I owed it to myself to find out

Black Man ADDing: 9 tips to navigate ADD as an adult without medicine

I take this perspective not to desensitize myself to the troubles of mental disabilities and disorders. Rather, this stance allows those suffering to develop habits that can help one maintain focus despite being diagnosed with ADD. As someone who was diagnosed with ADD in 9th grade, I took medication until I started my master’s degree. This medication only worked for a couple of years.

Finding My Queer Black Joy

Well, I'm not going to lie to you and say that it's easy. Merging happiness with self-acceptance is a state of being that is rife with pain that transforms into love. It's not uncommon to have thoughts of suicide when you exist on the margins of societal respectability.