Since the beginning of the coronavirus pandemic, it’s felt as though Black people have been holding our breath, and it feels as if our collective mourning will never end. We’re navigating two pandemics at once, both of which directly impact our livelihood, and they’re taking a toll on our well-being.
Some of us have lost our appetites due to stress and anxiety. We’re masking our emotions in work environments where people don’t seem to care or empathize with what it’s like existing in a country, a system, that wasn’t created for us to thrive. We’re struggling to sleep. And most of us are still haunted and unable to digest and comprehend the shooting of Ahmaud Arbery, the knee on George Floyd’s neck for eight minutes and 46 seconds which killed him, and the lack of justice for Breonna Taylor, whose home was raided in the middle of the night while