“The right therapist won’t make you feel fixed. They’ll make you feel seen. And that’s the whole point.” Sis, let’s talk about something that feels way harder than it should be: finding a therapist who actually gets you. You’ve probably scrolled through Psychology Today profiles until your eyes glazed over, wondering if any of these people could possibly understand what it’s like to be you right now. Maybe you even had one bad experience with therapy that made you think “maybe this just

“I thought my period cramps were just ‘bad luck’ and heavy bleeding was ‘how it runs in my family.’ Turns out, I had fibroids the size of lemons growing in my uterus since I was 19. And nobody—not my mom, not my doctor, not my friends—had ever told me what to look for.” Sis, let me stop you right here. If you are a Black woman between 16 and 25, there is an 80 percent chance you will develop fibroids at some point

“I didn’t realize how loud the world was until I finally shut up long enough to hear myself.” Okay sis, let me tell you about the week I actually did a digital detox — and no, not the cute, aesthetic version you see on TikTok where someone lights a candle and journals in a field. I mean the real, gritty, “I almost caved 47 times” kind of detox. I’m talking about putting my phone down for seven full days. No Instagram. No TikTok.

“You don’t need a full hour and a perfect kitchen to eat like you actually respect your body. You just need 10 minutes and a plan.” Let’s be real for a second. You are running on three hours of sleep, you have a 9 AM class or shift, and the only thing in your fridge is a half-empty bottle of hot sauce and a roommate’s leftover takeout you are too polite to touch. A high protein breakfast sounds like something influencers with matching