Barely Controlled Black Girl: Reimagine the world while surviving it

  When it's all said and done, where will we be? When it's all over, what will rise from the ashes? The first dawn was revolutionary. We saw greatness for some. The rest of us were used and destroyed. The second dawn was civil. Chains were broken but freedom wasn't free. The dark cloud of oppression swelled. The third dawn tore the world apart. Sides were taken. Peace was fragile and promises were broken. The fourth dawn saw us awaken to the horrors of mankind. Knowing our capability to sort and kill was sobering. The ability to look inward remained elusive. But how soon we forget the lessons learned. How quickly we fall back into old prejudices. How easily we are swayed to forget and repeat past mistakes. The fifth dawn is on the horizon.  My hope is that THIS America dies, leaving space for the rebirth of a nation. A future where we live and love freely. A future where needs are met because they exist. A future where division is limited. A future where hate is discouraged...

  As an Elder Millennial, I was born into an analog world that was actively transitioning to a digital one. As the daughter of a computer programmer, we always had a computer in our home. At age 12, my father showed me Netscape. At age 16, I was in the AOL chat rooms back when a/s/l didn't mean American Sign Language. I understand different technologies as I have grown with them. Some became obsolete, while others have transformed to remain useful. I have retained this knowledge and hope that it will be useful as our digital spaces become less safe, less free. The handwritten word will become critical. Quiet conversations will be life saving. Knowing how to be poor, how to survive without adequate resources will be invaluable. Knowing what to do when utilities get shut off and how to ration food while still making sure everyone eats will be crucial.  My life has been varied with times of plenty and times of sacrifice. Through everything I have experienced and survived, I have ...

  Live Laugh Lexapro The drug of my psychiatrists choice. My first time  taking this medication was magical. All my anxiety evaporated; the heaviness of my depression lightened. I was high. It was great. Then day by day I slipped into normalcy, wondering if it was still effective. I decided that it wasn't and switched to another medication. Nothing. I felt nothing. I might as well have been taking a sugar pill. Then I found my lexapro bottle and got high. One dose and I was feeling reminiscent of the very first time.  But it wasn't the same; it wasn't as magical. Then after a few weeks, I didn't get that tingle in my brain anymore as I returned to normalcy. Now, I'm in a cycle of stopping and resuming this medication. Am I chasing the dragon, or am I just mentally ill and lacking consistency?  I cannot survive 2025 unmedicated.  RIP TikTok

  Give a company 50 years of your life. Sacrifice your physical and mental health. Miss out on being with your family. So that one day you can be free. We don't have to live this way! Our current economic system thrives on your belief and reliance in its importance for survival. If we believe something different, could we create something different?   I believe the answer is no. This country will not allow it. The US governments symbiotic relationship with capitalism is ingrained in everything atp. Many lives would have to be lost. Unfortunately, the way things are going, many lives are already gone with much more to come. What do we gain for the death and destruction? Some hope to gain land and access. Some hope to gain money. And then there are people like me who don't see other lives as a means to an end. I want my existence to be respected and I respect the existence of others. I believe in harm reduction over all. Which is why I have a problem with capitalism. It causes h...