Hey, I’m Truth‑teller, caregiver, single‑mom, digital creator, and Black Christian woman determined to release trauma and heal out loud.
“What a life! What a Black life! What a Christian life!”
Those words sum up 35 years of squeezing joy and faith out of some pretty wild plot twists.
I grew up in a “hush‑hush” family where anxiety was rebuked, not discussed, and any heartache was supposed to disappear after a quick prayer. If you had commitment issues? That was just you being “like your bald‑headed daddy.” Learning disability? Depression? Avoidant or anxious attachment? Nah“we don’t claim that.”
But the truth is: I’ve felt “out of place” for as long as I can remember. As a kid I wrote letters to God begging for relief. Prayer became my lifeline first taught by my grandma, later discovered for myself when I left the family church at 28 and started carrying my own cross (Luke 9:23).
What My Life Looks Like Now
- Caregiver to my elderly mom
- Single mom to two awesome kids and yes, two different dads, zero shame, things happen.
- Therapy sessions, Bible pages, and lots of journal entries.
- A heart set on breaking generational silence about mental health in Black and Christian spaces.
Why I Started Black, Christian, and ___
Because our community still whispers about depression, ADHD, grief, or trauma, as if melanin and church membership make us bulletproof. They don’t. Mental health is real, and faith is allowed to sit in the same room.
So this blog is my open diary. I’ll talk therapy breakthroughs, caregiving meltdowns, scripture that keeps me sane, and every messy step toward wholeness. No judgment invited…just honesty, humor, and hope.
Come Walk With Me
I’m far from the finish line, but I’m moving. If you’ve ever felt unseen or told to “pray it away,” pull up a chair. Let’s figure this life thing out, scars, tears, laughter, and all.
Welcome to the journey.
Black, Christian & 