Therapy is My Self Care

May is Mental Health Awareness Month and in support of those who deal with a mental health issue, or know someone who does, I am rocking this AWESOME T-shirt (designed by @StylesbyKourtney) to let you know that you are not alone in your battle.

There is a negative stigma, especially in the Black community, that is associated with the terms “mental health” and “mental illness.” We have conditioned ourselves into thinking that mental illness is supposed to look a certain way. In fact, some of us know that we are struggling with depression or anxiety at this very moment, but we have a problem with seeking help because we have convinced ourselves that counseling is for crazy people and, “I’m not crazy.”

We are very prideful people, so many of us have trouble seeking help from others period. We see it as a sign of weakness, and we think about what other people may say. Well, I am here to tell you that mental illness does not have a certain look and it is us “everyday looking people” who knows that the struggle with mental health issues are real. It takes STRENGTH to admit that you can’t do it on your own.

If you aren’t taking care of yourself both physically and mentally, there’s no way that you can effectively help others be great. We can’t pour from an empty cup and we need to stop trying to. (Read my post: When the Well Runs Dry)

Self care isn’t self-diagnosing and self-medicating. It’s not scrolling through the ‘gram comparing yourself to others. Self care is not drowning in a pool of your own tears shed from the depressing thoughts that you are afraid to admit you have.

Self-care is sprucing up your outer appearance so that you can feel better about yourself on the inside. So care is logging off of Facebook for the day to enjoy the sweet sounds of nature as you walk through the park. Self-care is seeking the help of a professional “when the rainbow is enuf.”

“Therapy is my self care.” Writing is my self-care. Reading is my self-care. Relaxing is my self-care. What is your self-care?

Thank you Kourtney for bringing awareness to such an important issue! If you are interested in purchasing this shirt or similar t-shirts in support of Mental Health Awareness Month, please visit @StylesbyKourtney on Facebook and Instagram.

Worth the Wait

I have been living that single life for oh so long
praying that one day God simply sends me the one.
A man
who has been handcrafted by the Master himself,
And not just any old measly one.


“…his heart beat is in sync to the rhythm of mine
When we connect, the world can feel our love flow.”

Every vein in his body is so intricately woven
from his head down to his toes.
And his heart beat is in sync to the rhythm of mine
When we connect, the world can feel our love flow.

He is strong enough to lead his family,
Yet gentle with his love.
I am the only woman who exists to him
To this one man, I am his world.

There are no questions or second guessing his intentions with me.
There are no stipulations attached to his heart.
He knows that cheating on me is actually cheating himself,
So cherishing me is his top priority
Yeah…That part!

He will love me when the ocean waters are at peace,
But hold me closer during winter storms.
After he has seen the best and worst versions of me,
He will choose both, because without me he’s torn.

For too long, I gave the wrong guys that “wifey treatment.”
I guess I thought that love could be taught.
Was always coming up with creative ways to please those niggas
But in their life, I was merely an afterthought.

Too many women try to make the wrong men fit
onto the perfect mural they’re painting…
Girl, trust me, being single is worth the wait.
Until God sends you that guy
who appreciates everything the others took for granted,
Take your own self out on that date.

© 2019 | @MsToyaMichelle

She is Sick & Tired…

She is sick and tired of attracting guys
who don’t understand her worth.
The kind who fill her heart up with empty lies
Because all they really want is to get up her skirt.

She is sick and tired of dealing with men
who expect her to be their mother.
Want her to cook, clean and buy him nice things
Just so that he can move on to another sucker.

She is sick and tired of men who claim to love her
As he undresses her with his eyes.
Guys who tell her what he thinks she wants to hear
So he can get in between her thighs.

She is sick and tired of meeting guys
Who have nothing to offer but hidden agendas.
They pretend to care just to win her trust
Then switch up faster than them lies could hit you.

She is sick and tired of the lying and cheating
Are most men really this full of games?
If you don’t want her, then just move around
Because the lies you tell are super lame.

She is sick and tired of you manipulative niggas
The kind who play mind games for a living.
Have her questioning herself, acting like you are the victim
Because you are a master at the art of deception.

She is sick and tired of accepting less than she deserves
Because they say her requirements are unreasonable.
Tryna give you unqualified niggas a chance
She lost faith in ever finding a real one.

© 2019 | @MsToyaMichelle