But it did remind me that May is Mental Health Awareness Month, so here I am pleading with you ~ like a man begging for your love while wearing leather in the desert ~ to take care of yourself. Think of how many things and people you put before your needs, and now ask yourself why is this okay? Life is lifeing for a lot of us right now. Frankie Beverly clearly told us, if it ain't one thing it's another. Truthfully, all that shit will be there after you take care of yourself especially if it is work related. Work stress makes me think about that episode of This Is Us with Randall and the pears (watch here up to 2:14 mark...promise, it's worth it).
Mr. Harry Belafonte recently passed away, and I believe this is a career and gentleman worth celebrating. However, one particular expression of condolence sticks out to me, "Get your rest." And I'd like to think that Mr. Belafonte was resting long before he went to the upper room with the ancestors. I implore you to rest now and take care of yourself. I don't want to rest when I get to our family cemetery in Koran, Louisiana... I'm resting now. I'm taking care of my mental faculties rhet now. I get it. I can distinctly remember how it feels to suffer from anxiety, anxiety attacks, impostor syndrome, grief, being a caring wife, an attentive friend, a supportive mentor and leader... all at the same damn time. You want to talk exhausted?!
It took the village (loved ones, therapy, and meds) to get me back to myself. I have absolutely no qualms about what it takes to get back to me. Truthfully, you shouldn't either. So, I'm pleading like Dwayne to Whitley and like those R&B singers spinning in circles in the pouring rain. Remember the wise words of the philosopher, O'Shea Jackson, Sr., You betta check yo'self before you wreck yo'self. Love on yourself y'all. We wore our clothes backwards and then we dressed business casual in the club. Surely, we can embrace this soft life movement. You can't pour from an empty cup, so take your time to replenish yourself. Take a nap, get your Jilly from Philly on and take a long walk, take yourself on a date, find a therapist who meets your needs. If no one has told you as of late, I love you, I see you, and you deserve to be okay.