04/23/2026
Not your pastor.
Not your mama.
Not your partner.
Not your boss.
Nobody is going to tap you on the shoulder and say "hey, you've done enough, you can stop now."
That moment doesn't come. You have to create it yourself.
Some people will leave when you change the rules.
Some relationships will get uncomfortable and stay that way.
Some family dynamics will shift permanently.
That's real, and pretending otherwise would be dishonest.
But the people who stick around after you stop performing?
Those are the ones who actually want you.
Not your labour.
Not your silence.
Not how convenient you make their lives.
You, the actual person.
Black women pour into everything.
The family, the school, the church, the community, the job, the whole country.
We've been doing it for centuries and that legacy matters.
But so do you.
Not as a symbol.
Not as a source of strength for everybody around you.
As a person who gets to be tired sometimes.
Who gets to say not today.
Who gets to choose herself without writing an apology letter for it.
Say the no.
Set the boundary.
And when people ask what happened to you, tell them the truth.
Nothing happened to me. I just finally started happening for myself.