Beauty in Black Review

 Beauty in Black Review

Chronically Ill Depressed Baddie

 Chronically Ill Depressed Baddie

I have decided that I am a burnt out, chronically ill, depressed baddie who should probably take more care of herself. 

Since forever, I have done nothing but write myself off as lazy, weird, and undeserving. I've tried so hard to function, people please, and just seem even just a little bit of "normal." Tbh..I am so f*cking exhausted. Ironically, not in the chronic illness sort of way. In the way that trying to seem put together is so damn draining. This stops. NOW!

Let's set some goals for myself:

- Workout 3 times a week

- Clean a space every 2 days

- Must do 2 out of 3 of these each day: do my hair, do my makeup, get dressed

- Use your disability aids!

- Eat out only once per week

- Blog once per day

- Set aside one day out of the week for creating content

Diary of a Discontented Black Girl

 I think that the biggest struggle I have is trying to conform into one niche. Though, I constantly remind myself that I don't have to, I think that it's human nature to try and find your place in this world. The constant efforts to be like others out of admiration, but the idea that you're not doing it right so it turns to feelings of inferiority. It's a mental tug of war. It takes a lot of work 

With that being said, I guess part of my journey in life includes constant self discovery with the acceptance of re-burying what I decided that I didn't like after all. Not to hide from it, but to move on from it. 

The cycling through hobbies, likes, and dislikes is a regularly occurring part of growing. However, this phenomenon presents a new issue. Is this something that truly no longer has purpose in my life or did I prematurely decide it didn't because there wasn't immediate perfection?

But, what do I know? What do ya'll think?

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