Dose Of Chevvi

Tag: inner struggle

  • The Woman Behind the Strength

    Yesterday, I learned about the idea of intergenerational trauma and the ways the “Strong Black Woman” schema can shape how Black women learn to survive.

    And something about it really stayed with me.

    Because sometimes I wonder: How much of what I call strength is actually survival that I learned to normalize?

    The ability to keep going.

    The ability to figure everything out yourself.

    The ability to work through exhaustion.

    The discomfort with asking for help.

    The feeling that resting means you are falling behind.

    The belief that if you don’t take care of everything, nobody will.

    The instinct to make everything look okay, even when you’re quietly falling apart.

    Maybe some of that isn’t simply personality.

    Maybe some of it is what happens when survival becomes so familiar that you start mistaking it for who you are.

    And I think that is what makes the idea of intergenerational trauma so powerful to me. Sometimes what gets passed down isn’t a specific story that someone sits you down and tells you. Sometimes it is a way of responding to the world.

    You learn to be prepared.

    You learn not to depend too heavily on anyone.

    You learn to make something out of nothing.

    You learn that being vulnerable can be dangerous.

    You learn to carry things quietly.

    And then one day you realize that you are exhausted from carrying things you were never meant to carry alone.

    I don’t want to reject my strength. My strength has gotten me here.

    But I also don’t want survival mode to be the only way I know how to live.

    I want to learn the difference between being strong and having to be strong.

    I want to learn that receiving support does not make me weak.

    That rest is not laziness.

    That softness is not irresponsibility.

    That asking for help does not mean I have failed.

    And that I can build financial security without living my entire life in fear of losing it.

    Maybe healing, for me, isn’t becoming a completely different woman.

    Maybe it is becoming a woman who finally understands that she doesn’t have to earn safety by suffering for it.

    P.s.

    Just a girl navigating her 20’s

  • Soulful Understanding

    Some of us are just pure souls, shining bright
    In a world so complex, trying to make things right
    Through the chaos and confusion, we strive
    To find peace and understanding, keep our spirits alive

    We ask questions, seek answers, try to comprehend
    The intricacies of life, its twists and bends
    With open hearts and minds, we explore
    The depths of our existence, what we're here for

    We may not have all the answers, but we'll keep on trying
    To make sense of this world, keep our souls flying
    Together we'll navigate the complexities we face
    And find beauty and meaning in this wondrous place

    So let's embrace our pure souls, and never lose sight
    Of the magic and wonder that surrounds us, day and night
    In unity and love, we'll find our way
    And make sense of this complex world, come what may.