Everyday I read, watch, or discover something that makes me want to throw in the towel on humanity and crawl back into bed. I don’t really—none of us really—have that luxury though.
There are Nigerian schoolgirls still missing.
Ebola outbreaks marked by fear and/or indifference.
Kids dying in hotass cars.
There is apartheid and genocide in Gaza.
Renisha McBride, Eric Garner, Marissa Alexander and other chokeholds, death grips, suicide trips.
White folks columbusing
Dead trans women every week.
Sometimes talking about self care in the midst of so many forms devastating forms of institutional violence seems like an indulgence. But then I’m reminded of Lorde’s wise words. They are not just platitudes, nor do they encourage selfishness. Lorde’s words compel us to consider that our selves matter, especially in a world where we were never meant to survive but where some of us do. It’s also important to remember that this violence from the State is also reflected all over our interpersonal interactions as well.
No matter how much I think or write about self care, there are times where I need to start back at one. And so my summer self care survival kit is small but mighty. It includes:
Countless hours of catch up phone sessions with faraway loved ones
Time loving on my niece and nephews
Sleeping in with no alarm
An awesome concert #ontherun
Laying on the beach with two of the crunkest sistas I know
Reading in the quietness of the morning.
Letting go of old hurts and moving forward
It hasn’t stopped the violence, the mayhem, and the disregard of all life. But it has helped me do the work that I do.
What are you doing to take care of yourself?