The Invisible Black Woman

Whew. It’s been a minute.

I have been in straight-up hibernation mode since January 1st. Almost two months without writing, and honestly? No excuses. A whole lot of reasons, though.

First, there were some health challenges—big ones. The kind that force you to sit down, whether you want to or not. Then, there was the sensory overload from everything happening. If you’ve been living under a rock, congratulations, because outside? This country is on fire. And trying to detach from it all without it consuming me felt impossible. The weight of it pushed me to withdraw.

I didn’t plan to go radio silent, but it happened. And in that silence, something small but powerful kept me tethered—just a little light in the dark tunnel.

I want to take a moment to shout out ZA for being a constant supporter during this time. I’m not sure you even realized what those daily pings—liking my posts, showing up even when I wasn’t—meant to me. But they meant the world and made me smile. They reminded me that someone was still there, still holding space for me, even when I couldn’t show up for myself. And for that? I’m grateful.

I won’t pretend I have it all figured out or that I’m fully out of the season I’ve been in. But I do know this: I’m pushing through. I’m taking that energy and channeling it back into my writing. Will this be the last time I go MIA? Probably not. These seasons come and go. But what I can say is that I’m here, I’m shaking off the dust, and I’m ready to reconnect.

So, to everyone who’s still rocking with me, still checking in, still waiting—I see you. I appreciate you. And I’m looking forward to sharing more, writing more, and finding my way back to the words that have always been home.

No promises on how often I’ll post, but it’ll definitely be more than nothing. So stay tuned.

Until next time, I wish you nothing but sunshine, rainbows, and unicorns, which are no less fictitious than the marvelous you are.