As a Black woman in the psychedelic community, my journey has been a constant questioning of my place and purpose. I’ve often asked myself, “Why am I here? And What purpose am I serving?” and have struggled with a sense of uncertainty about where I fit in.
In reflecting on the experiences of remarkable black women like Taraji P. Henson and Claudine Gay, a profound sense of collective grief weighs heavily on my heart. While I may not have walked precisely in their professional shoes, the burden we all share is undeniably palpable.
Moving through the days, embracing the flow of time, I find solace in the uncertainty that comes with the New Year 2024. The unknown holds a certain charm, and I am relishing in the beauty of not having all the answers as this is also a new place for me to dwell (not having all the answers lol).
As I reflect on the past year, 2023 stands out as a collage of memories, each imprinting its unique mark on my professional and personal journey.
I recently had the honor of being a guest on a podcast where I delved into the world of psychedelic-assisted therapy and its intersection with anti-oppressive practices. While this wasn’t my first time discussing these topics on air, it marked the first occasion where the conversation took an intriguing turn—connecting feminism with psychedelic-assisted therapy, specifically exploring the common ground of liberation.
This past Sunday, I found myself immersed in a moment of time, visiting my grandmother who is navigating the challenging terrain of dementia. Her once-vibrant mind now struggles to recall my name, but when she sees me, I am still her baby.
Recently, I had the privilege of experiencing a group sound healing session, an opportunity I eagerly anticipated.
As a DEI (Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion) mental health consultant who recently completed a racial trauma training with a group of predominantly white social workers, I found myself in a somatic therapy session three days later reflecting on my experience.
Grieving my identity as a psychotherapist has been unexpectedly heavy. It’s like saying goodbye to a dear friend, one who has been a constant companion throughout my career and personal life.