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In trying to write this about me post, it’s amazing to reflect on how much I’ve changed since the first time I wrote one for my blog. Usually, it’s hard to talk about who I am because I previously have always done this in relation to my PhD journey. Quitting that journey had me in an identity crisis of sorts because I had no alternate way of defining myself outside of academia. I’ve since spent my time digging deep, rewriting my narrative.

So what’s this? I’m refining my elevator pitch on who I am and what I’m about. Here you are to witness the journey. People keep telling me I need to write a book and I think I’m going to one day. I’m trying to be dope, booked, and busy. (You hear that God? Ok.)

So, who ARE you?

Okay, what to say about me? I’m in that beloved mid twenties part of my life *insert sarcasm* that requires 24/7 adulting. The path to where I am now has been anything but linear. I am a former PhD student/academic turned non-profit, [insert whatever they need me to be that week] professional. I’m also now a counseling psychology student! The goal to open a private practice centering Black women and girls and to be a life-long champion of #HealingJustice

Most of the content on this blog will include a mental-health related framework. I’m adamant about folx being intentional in prioritizing caring for themselves in every aspect of life.

More about me: I’m originally from Brooklyn. Born and raised. Both my parents are products of the mean streets, rich culture, and, country roads that is the island of Jamaica. And I mean, they’re the type of Jamaican that has stories about times they rolled down into the gully, drank ganja tea, and grew up in the same town as Yellow man Jamaican. So, there’s that.

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I started undergrad at 16. This fact has shaped my adolescent years in ways that no other experience could. I’m spending my time now trying to reclaim a childhood I feel like I barely had. Operation #reclaimingmylife has been QUITE the journey.

Patrice: INFJ

The book Quiet by Susan McCain really helped me activated my introvert strength. While I’m super introverted, I am capable of presenting the opposite. While pretending to be an extrovert, my face burns and I rush through the moment I hate being put on the spot and once I figure out that I’m the center of attention, my insides go into self-preservation mode and sets itself on fire. Meanwhile, my ability to multitask kicks in and I coach myself through the experience. I’m actually quite the public speaker. I am just big on preparation and planning so you put me on the spot, and, well… anything can happen. More than likely, a death stare. Blogging has worked out well to compliment my introvert life. Interestingly, I’m just as candid an open in face to face conversation as I’ll be on my blog. Perhaps it’s fitting to add here that I am a Sagittarius. Deduce from that what you will.

I love to start projects that don’t finish themselves.  I have it all together and I’m a mess. I’m a perfectionist and I’m also apathetic. More often than not, I’m going to feel like nothing I present is A1 per my standards, but I’m learning to just DO. I’m also learning that my “mediocre” is pretty impressive to a lot of folks.

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All hail melanin

Black women inspire me. The perseverance, the resilience, the innate ability to get the ball rolling when everyone else around is just talking about the ball. The melanin. The natural hair, the relaxed hair, 30 inch weaves and pixie cuts. The badassery, the nurturing, the relationships we form with one another and how we fortify each other. It’s everything. I love that somehow, we still manage to stand in a world that doesn’t give us a damn thing to stand on. I hate that we must be these things, but because we do I admire us so much more than anything or anyone else, because it takes so, Freaking, Much.

And I love our young black girls. Because not many are invested in truly getting them; therefore I’ll be devoting my life’s work to young black women. I owe to them. Because at multiple points in my journey, an OG black woman reached back for me and gave me the game so I could be an OG black woman one day too.

Have I answered everything you wanted to know about me?