Last week it dawned on me that 2021 was a week away but I haven't seen any posts about revelatory visions or grand epiphanies, despite a year where so many things occurred and so many truths were indeed revealed. Then it clicked.
As a caregiver, particularly to someone living with dementia, I suppress my emotions so as not to trigger inconsolable fear or sadness in my mother. See, for someone with Frontotemporal Dementia, it can be nearly impossible for them to recognize, compartmentalize, and regulate emotional responses. Learning of the death of a loved one could lead to attempts to take one's own life, but the death of a perfect stranger or familiar celebrity may have an equally significant impact.
When I was about 10, I received my first relaxer. I was thrilled. This meant that my hair would finally swing freely like that of my White classmates, my dolls, and the popular images I saw on TV. I was so excited.
You see, Hill was battling mental illness after battling on the frontlines of war. We've all heard of PTSD but we don't always know what that looks like. In fact, it's that way with a lot of psychological disorders.
If you are like me, you may feel overwhelmed and under-qualified to fully address the deeply rooted issues at hand in a way that produces sustainable, systemic change. Tensions in workplaces, places of worship, and households are running high and relationships are being tested. (Although, for me, I refuse to engage with foolishness from people who don't get it and have no desire to understand; keeps my blood pressure from rising.)