As I grow older part of my emotional survival plan must be to actively seek inspiration instead of passively waiting for it to find me.
People of color, particularly African Americans, feel the stigma more keenly. In a race-conscious society, some don't want to be perceived as having yet another deficit.
Once my loved one accepted the diagnosis, healing began for the entire family, but it took too long. It took years. Can't we, as a nation, begin to speed up that process? We need a national campaign to destigmatize mental illness, especially one targeted toward African Americans. The message must go on billboards and in radio and TV public service announcements. It must be preached from pulpits and discussed in community forums. It's not shameful to have a mental illness. Get treatment. Recovery is possible.
Knowing who you are begins in the mind.
My color is my joy and not my burden.
Forgiveness is the key to the recovery of the soul.
You live your life between your ears.
When we finally stop asking America to love us and begin to love ourselves, we will prosper as a people.
Discipline is the servant of inspiration.
Race, redemption and healing - thats my thing.
The music was as much a gift as sunshine, as rain, as any blessing ever prayed for.
African Americans know about racism, but I don't think we really know the causes. I decided it's first of all a family problem.
