Roots & Hope
Soulful Reflections on Faith, Healing, and Young Adulting
Category: Self-Care
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I am committed to Stevie Wonder’s music like Stevie Wonder is committed to his braids. Growing up, I annoyed my Mama while singing along to every song on 92.3 and 105.9, songs like “Ribbon in the Sky”, “Do I Do”, and “Overjoyed”. To this day, I dream of marveling at his talent while he performs…
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I have almost never owned a pair of properly fitting jeans. I only remember one magic pair that I had from Beyoncé’s House of Deréon line (throwback!). Besides that memory, my jeans always make the laundry list of no-no’s. They’re either: Too long that they scrunch up around my ankles Too short that said ankles are…
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Anxiety is the older chatty woman who sits next to you on the plane. She didn’t check any baggage, or even bring a carry-on. She only carries an agenda with names. Anxiety talks over the flight attendant’s famous speech just to talk at you. She could care less about reminding you to first put…
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I first went to therapy on a short-term basis as a sophomore in college. Since February 2017, I have consistently been going to therapy to seek help with facing anxiety and depression. As Mental Health Month comes to a close, I am excited to share these 5 reasons why therapy is a blessing in my…
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Last night, I left work with a mission: “See Avengers: Endgame“. I Google mapped the nearest reclining-seat movie theater with a suitable showtime. After a twenty-five minute drive in moderate rain, I made it! I am not a superhero/comic-book fanatic and know-it-all. Not even close. Over the past couple of years though, I’ve seen a nice…
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I am preparing to go to the doctor for what seems like the 100th time in the past year. Currently, I’m experiencing some mysterious health conditions. I feel simultaneously annoyed and humored. When I visit the doctor, the receptionist just welcomes me and says, “Hi, Jess”. Loneliness, too, has haunted me in cycles. I have…
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After church today, I went to a grocery store that I frequent often. This time though, I wore my flowery dress, and I chose not to dim my light. Walking through neat aisles of packages, prices, and produce, I held my head high. I smiled because I felt free. I noticed that when I carried…


