I find a lot of the things on this blog challenge have been repetitive so I’m not even going to waste my time on this. However, my bucket list is something I’ve been meaning to get on or a while…
Here’s a post with things I would do if I won the lottery.
Here are +10,000 Bucket List ideas. Crazy, huh?
What are the top things on YOUR bucket list? Comment below!
Do you feel like you’re a crybaby? Don’t worry. I’m worse than you. I’m perpetually crying. If not outside, then outside. Sometimes, the pain gets so bad I can’t cry. That’s dangerous. The last time I cried wasn’t as far away as I thought.
This was a couple of days ago. I realized that I wasn’t going to be able to pay my bills.
I’ve tried to get gigs, you guys. I’ve tried to apply for jobs, over 500, but nothing. And the ones that are available might as well be peanuts. I need money for my medication. I need money for my gluten intolerance and other essentials for a lady.
We have so many needs as women! Unfortunately, we can only get these things if we have money.
And I’m not about being a charity case.
That is even more painful than not having the money in the first place.
I felt especially bad because I’ve been able to look after myself for the longest time. So being on the other side of the giving side is hard.
Hard like you would not believe. Are you like that? Do you find it hard to accept help, but willing offer yours?
Hey, when push comes to shove, all pride falls.
Like the #feesmustfall plight.
An angel came through and offered to pay my bills. But I still have to pay ’em back. That’s OK because I have faith that I will get something that will help me to pay them back. But they can’t blacklist me or whatever because of bounced debit orders and the like.
I guess I need to start cold calling. If you know anyone in need of written content, please hit me up on my email, firstname.lastname@example.org. I’ll be eternally grateful. P.S. I read EVERY email.
Blog posts, articles, you know. All that good stuff.
When was the last time YOU cried? How did it get resolved if at all? I’d love to hear from you below!
What always makes me feel better?
Being a depressed black woman is not easy. I tell you all about it here, here and here. But I also give you practical tips to help you cope with depression. Not to mention the amazing women who were part of the roundup post about dealing with the depression stigma in the black community. So, thanks to depression, it’s important for me to figure out how to cope with my situation.
There are a number of things I’ve realized help me feel better no matter. Maybe they will help you too.
Y’all know sleep is life for me. If I’m having an especially bad day, I’d much rather sleep away my sorrows and pain, then wake up and face ’em.
Besides, sleep is good therapy for depressed people, so go figure.
Yay! Food, glorious, foood! Again, food is good for depressed people. It helps with all that nonsense that is going on in our brains. The chemicals can do some real damage but it’s all good. Food can help us.
I’ve written about the importance of music to a depressed soul. Which is why I even have a music playlist, which I’m working on. These things are tough, you know. But music speaks tot he soul, comforts and soothes. I take advantage of it as much as I can.
You knew this. a good overdose of Ed, Edd, and Eddy and I feel way better than I did before. It really goes a long way, I tell you. Thank God for creative people like these writers.
There are things that make me feel better. What ALWAYS makes YOU feel better? Share your secrets with me in the comment section below. You know I love hearing from you!
5 favorite blogs? That’s a tough one since I read a lot, but not always from the same person. True, there are go-to people for certain topics like blogging, coping with depression, fun, lifestyle and the like, but I wouldn’t want to limit myself so to say.
A blog that makes me want to go back to it and check it frequent times during the day must possess the following characteristics:
Writing all that makes me think twice about my own blog *covers face in shame* I’m getting there, people.
Those are some of the characteristics I appreciate.
I enjoy reading this blog and believe it’s useful. But I need to keep at it. I have so many projects lined up. It’s just getting it done that is the problem for me.
I hope when I put in the work, one day this blog will be one of your 5 favorite blogs.
With regards to this, I, too want to fulfill the points I mentioned above.
Here’s a link to my article about 15 blogs that are best for black women. Enjoy!
What are YOUR favorite blogs and why? Please comment below so I can learn from the greats. As always, feel free to tell me how you’d like me to improve this blog for you.
What are my best physical features? Firstly, I’m loving this post. Why? Because it reminds me that I’m not as hideous as I think, or others, may have me believe. God gave us all something to be proud of.
Some of the features you hate could be the very ones other people simply adore about you. Which is why love is in the beholder’s eye. You may hate your freckles, but someone would die to have them. Or you think your nose is too big, but someone thinks it’s the cutest thing they’ve ever come across. You even get people who love looking at you just because you are the moon and stars in their eyes.
Alright, then. Here it goes.
So many people, male and female, have praised my legs, which is why they are first on the list. That’s why I hide them. I don’t like unwanted attention. They are that banging. Even a friend of mine who’s a model is always saying how she should throw a pool party so a special guy can see what I been hiding under my long skirts and dresses. Much love.
Almond shaped eyes. The kind of eyes you can drown in. Or so I’ve been told. I love my eyes and I’m definitely NOT about that eyelash life. I go au natural. It could also be because:
a) I don’t have time for makeup.
b) Neither do I have the money.
You know, I don’t have the biggest boobs. Thank you, God. Actually, I have the perky, not-going-to-droop-anytime-soon-Rihanna-type of boobs. Yassss! I’m winning in this department. Just a handful. Not more. Not less.
I got those luscious African lips Kim K and family are paying for. Again, another part of my body I truly appreciate. You know when you’re talking and a guy’s eyes move down to your lips and just stay there? Hmmm… Yeah, my lips are the bomb.com.
What are YOUR best physical features? Comment below and let’s share the love of our bodies!
There have been many difficult times in my life. It’s quite ridiculous actually. Things seem to get worse, and not better.They say everything ends but this nonsense has no end in sight. So, to choose a difficult time in my life is…
Gotta keep the faith, though, right?
Gotta believe that good things will come to me if I keep sending out positive vibes to the universe.
Unfortunately, when you suffer from depression, positivity is the last thing on your mind. Others who don’t know what it’s like to be depressed, don’t actually understand how difficult it is to do anything. Much less live and be productive.
This happened when I started suffering severe leg pains. It came almost suddenly, but it as really building up. I used to walk a lot to work and I guess, it caught up to me.
I started finding I was very weak and couldn’t do much. An hour of standing and I was done. As if I’d been doing it for three or more hours in the scorching sun.
I tried to Google but kept coming up with crazy diagnoses like cancer and other things.
I suffered in silence for a while, well over a year, until I went to the doctor and got blood tests done.
I remember the doctor telling me what was up and hitting me with all these acronyms and illnesses plaguing my body.
I got in the car and I was alright. Just like, “Eh. I’m alive so it’s OK.”
However, two days later the full impact of my diagnosis hit me.
And I cried. Because I was sickly. Because I thought I can’t have kids in case I bleed too much. Because don’t nobody want a chronically sick mate. Because, because, because.
Now, I’ve learnt to manage my severe anemia. I try not to do too much. I try to eat as many small meals throughout the day as I can and stock up on cranberry, beetroot and carrots. I’m getting there. My lifestyle has had to change, dramatically, might I add, but I didn;t really like going out so not such a big loss.
But my diet changing is still a struggle because I’m not financially able yet to afford the fruits and veggies my body needs.
However, one step at a time, and we’ll get there.
What’s YOUR difficult time in life? COmment below!
I could cry. Pet peeves are the WORST things in the world. I swear it’s like certain people do things just to annoy me.
Some have even told me that they like telling me shocking things just to see my reaction.
Craziness, I tell you. Or cruelty. Take your pick.
The first one drives me insane:
Like did you not see I was owning the conversation? Were you unaware that I was speaking? Or maybe you thought it was a fly whizzing past? *death stare*
We all know these people. The ones that take one too many crisps or sweets. Like they bought the dang thing! I really cannot. Don’t get me wrong. I like to share food. But only when I know you’re not going to be greedy about it. Makes me sick just thinking of it.
Girl, you better be blessed for having me in your space. I’d much rather be at home in bed with a good book than chatting with you, but I did you a favor by entertaining your nonsense banter. Don’t make me regret leaving my bed today.
Help me, Lord. You can tell because of the stench that comes from them. If it’s not the stench from the body, then it’s the way the lotion doesn’t quite cover their body like it should. Or the clothes may be dirty because of the dirty body…*squirms*
I have a lot of this kind of people in my life. Some of them I can’t get away from. Poor me. I’m working on it, though. This suffering must end. I’m young for this nonsense. The sun is shining and you’re not disabled. Stop complaining!
Naughty children are little demons, NOT angels. Let’s face it. All parents think the world of their kids, but there are those who shouldn’t. A misbehaving child should be smacked when they do something bad. Not let to run loose. Then people wonder why the world is such a mess. Charity begins at home.
Clearly, you don’t respect me or my time. That’s why I tell you 2 pm for a 5 pm event because I know you need the extra three hours you don’t know about yet.
There’s more to life than the sound of your voice, honey. Take it down a notch and enjoy that sound. What sound? The sound of silence.
I may be biased on this one because God has blessed me with beautiful hands and feet, but COME ON! Women need to learn to look after themselves. No eagle claws, please. This is one of those pet peeves I absolutely cringe at. I feel like trooping the women off to the spa to get themselves sorted out. One day when I’m rich, I will.
Then you have the audacity to ask me what’s going on. Guess what? We’d both know what’s up if you just shut it and paid attention to what’s happening on screen!
This pet peeve is here because, yeah, these things scare me. I’ll hold my pee till I get home if I have to. Don’t know what’s lurking around the corner (or in the toilet bowl) for that matter.
Here are some other great pet peeves that had me agreeing: Biggest Pet Peeves List.
What are YOUR pet peeves? Comment below!
Finally! A post about one of my loves: MUSIC. This is going to be good. I have many 10 favorite songs depending on where I am in life. So the following list is of songs I never get tired of listening to and that apply to me and my nonexistent love life.
Boo hoo to me. At least I have music.
Here’s my list. Hope you enjoy jamming to them as much as I do. I’ve put the videos for your guilty pleasure. You’re welcome.
No favorite songs list is complete without a song from the King of Pop himself. The video, the man himself, the lyrics. Everything just gels and makes you just want to “OOOOh!” And did I mention the melanin popping god of a man that graces out screen with his to die for smile and killer moves?
The way this song moves from here to there. The lyrics, the flow. I’m there, bruh. I just need a smoke break. We all do because life is tough. Sometimes we need a break from it all. Another sexy, slow jam for those cold, evenings, snuggled up in bed.
You know I was going to put Drake on this list. I thank him for introducing me to this melanin man. This song makes me dance no matter where I am. Also, it reminds me of how I’d like somebody to sing this to me. Such a jumpy tune with lots of hope for the not so hopeful.
When I feel like, but why should do, Frank reminds me, because we’re all human. Everyone tries. His lyrics are so meaningful and make me cry all the damn time. Listen to them and begin to question things you believe as normal.
This boy had me at Journals. I didn’t think he could be that good, but that album, he was that good. Then Purpose came out and I was like, “OK, I get it, Bieber. You’re it.” This is my jam for when I meet that special somebody who Imma be dancing with in the streets at night.
This Queen of Soul proves over and over again why we are blessed with her sweet, melodious voice. Yikes! Her hard-hitting and real lyric make you wake up and reflect on things you took for granted. Then she goes and hits us with Bible verses like whoooo!
Can we all just take a moment to reflect on the genius that is Mimi? Charmbracelet and ‘Me. I Am Mariah… The Elusive Chanteuse‘ are her best creations to date in my opinion. This song applies to me all the damn time. All these guys out here tryna get some. Uh, you thirsty!
I had to put this guy on the list. because I liked him for the longest time? When he said “All Lives Matter,” I dropped him faster than a hot potato. He’s dead to me. But this jam is beautiful and sexy. The kind of song you play when you have a man who knows your worth. Sob, sob.
No list is complete without this beauty. My line from this song: “Didn’t they tell you that I was a savage?” Proceed with caution if you’re particularly sensitive.
This list would not be complete without my brother from another mother. This club banger is everything. When I’m feeling sexy, this song is on full blast. Get it, Davido!
What are YOUR 10 favorite songs? Share your playlist below and let’s boogie together!
Something I miss. More like someone I miss. I miss a lot of people. Most are no longer with us, and others are just a distance, painful memory… Did it really happen? Only God knows.
Why would any of us miss anything? Because most of the time, we realize what a good thing we had. But now, it’s too late to turn back the hands of time. We long for the way things were. However, life is consistent in one thing change. Even though I tend to disagree with this when I look at the state of my life the past 7 years, but that’s a story for another day.
I’d have to say I miss my childhood. It may sound cliche and all, but that’s the honest truth.
I miss my childhood for so many reasons. For example, I:
Really, life was the best when I was a child. and I’m sure you would agree with me. Not a care in the world. Man, what I would do for that kind of freedom and happiness again. To be honest, I never rushed into adulthood. I enjoyed each phase of my life as it cam. So to be an adult and not enjoy it as much SUCKS!
To all the teenagers and little ones reading this:
You’ll get to an age where you regret growing up too fast. Take your time growing up. You’re only a kid once.
Sadly, no, I can’t. We all grow up. We have to. If only there was a pause button or rewind. You know, like the one Adam Sandler had in Click. Yeah, now that would be amazing. Then we’d repeat all the good times and fast forward through the bad ones. But we have to take the good and bad as they come.
Life can be so unfair sometimes, you know
Anyway, what’s new in the zoo?
What’s something that YOU miss? Comment below!
Where I want to be in 10 years is a tough and painful one for me. I was always the person who knew where she going and how she was going to do it. Usually, things went smoothly. If things were in the ay, which they usually were, I always managed to turn them around.
However, things have been so rough for me, sometimes I wonder if I’ve done something displeasing to God. Does he hate me? Does He not want me to succeed in life? Or maybe my dreams are drawing too much attention to me?
I don’t even know what to pray for anymore. DO I even pray is the real question to ask.
In an ideal old:
Married to a wonderful, faithful and kind man and our four kids, two years apart. If we have twins or triplets in there, even better.
And by this, I mean doing my own thing. This blog will have grown exponentially and I’ll have products I sell on a regular basis More than that, I’ll have a community of women who have become my friends and family.
This is like my ultimate dream. It’s been good, Mama Africa, but it’s time for me to be elsewhere.
I know I’m going to have a bigger derriere and what not, thanks to my four babies, but I pray I can still keep the weight off. In other words, not have to be in the gym 24/7 struggling with weight loss. Not for me, mami.
Where would YOU like to be in 10 years? Comment below!
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