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I originally wrote this short essay in early 2021 as a submission for a collection of essays that would be published together. It wasn’t chosen and it’s been sitting in my drafts for a little over two years. I thought there was no better time to share this than during Mental Health Awareness Month. So here it is untouched for over two years and yet I feel just as strongly about these words today as I did then.

I hope it finds the people who need it the most.

It seemed as if most people didn’t understand the pain I was in. At least not the way I needed them to in order to feel supported and comforted. Everyone had an opinion on how they would handle the cards I had been dealt but only I would have to live with whatever I decided. I made the decision to start going to therapy in April of 2019.  My reasoning, to unpack all of the “baggage” that had become way too heavy for me to manage on my own. The year before, I ended a long-term relationship and realized I didn’t have a strong self-identity, I was repeating poor habits I saw in my parents and I needed to heal some childhood trauma. It started with a quick Google search of  “Black therapists near me” and before I knew it, I was filling out prospective client forms. I never anticipated receiving anything more than a pocket full of coping skills and a better understanding of why. Why I behaved the way I did? Why I made the choices I made? Or why my relationships tended to feel unbalanced. Within the first year of my journey in therapy, my life was struck by a domino effect of unfortunate events that quickly began collapsing on one another. I remember walking into my therapist’s office one Saturday morning, it was February 29th and unusually warm for that time of year. One of those dominoes I mentioned had just fallen over and it was taking everything in my being to keep it together. I had been betrayed by close friends, caught off guard by employers who undervalued me and my cries had gone unheard for so long.  I sat in the waiting room as the clock slowly approached 11 am. As I waited I listened to the sound of the white noise machines and breathed in the familiar office smells. She rounded the corner to greet me as usual, with a warm smile, and said “Robin! It’s so good to see you!”. I replied, “It’s good to be seen” and followed her back to her office. I settled into the chair, sitting crisscrossed placing the decorative pillow in my lap as she found her way to the chair across from mine. This had quickly become our unassigned assigned seats and I was comfortable with it. She looked at me empathetically and said “Wow, let’s unpack that. ‘It’s good to be seen.” What followed was a conversation about how I was having a hard time processing what had occurred over the last few months because just when I began to tread water, someone or something troubled those waters. I began to release all the heaviness that weighed my tongue down, unpacking each emotion one by one as I fiddled with the embroidery on the pillow. It had become my way of self-soothing during our time together. Every sentence I spoke that day was followed by heavy tear fall and deep sighs. She listened intensely, reassuring me that this time and space was meant just for me to fall apart if that’s what I needed. It was my respite. It seemed that the days between sessions during that period had been filled with countdowns until we’d met again. I was desperate to escape from my mental prison and my constant default of “I’m fine”. I wasn’t fine. To others, these were blessings in disguise, necessary evils, or cautionary tales if you will. To me, it was proof that I was undervalued, underappreciated, unheard, and disposable. But in our sessions I not only feel seen and heard, I feel validated. There are no “wrong” or “right” feelings. There are no empty words of comfort like “You’ll be fine”, “things could always be worse” or “There’s no need to cry”. No, crying is encouraged, feeling is encouraged. There’s no guilt about being too much or taking up too much space. I never knew how deeply I yearned to be seen, heard and understood. I didn’t realize how much relief could come from hearing, “It’s so good to see you” or to have someone hold space for you to feel all the emotions that you withhold. Being seen is empowering. It grants you the capacity to be vulnerable and to show up as your authentic self.  And allowing yourself to be seen opens a whole new world of possibilities.

We could go our entire lives without being seen, felt, or heard. What a sad existence that would be.
I wish for every individual to be seen just as they are.
To be comforted with words that soothe their soul. 
Or simply the space to express themselves without feeling like a burden.

This is for me as much as it is for you;
I hope it resonates.

Remember...
Be gentle with yourself & keep evolving!

Mental Health Resources:
nami.org/help
therapyforblackgirls.com
PsychologyToday.com
TherapyDen.com
OpenPathCollective.org
mhanational.org/surroundings/healthy-home-environment
mhanational.org/get-involved/b4stage4-where-get-help-0
1 800 950 6264 National Alliance on Mental Health




The Roots. Identifying Your Needs

“A lot of times we don’t express our needs because we think they aren’t significant enough, we fear losing relationships or believe we don’t deserve to have our needs met. Those are our limiting core beliefs* nagging in our ear pushing us to be so “easygoing” that we never “inconvenience” anyone.”

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ONE year of Shades of Robin

We celebrate milestones big and small on this site. And today we celebrate ONE year of
Shades of Robin!

 
Black woman wearing a cheetah printed dress and jumbo braids stares at herself in the mirror. Also pictured  is greenery blurred in the foreground.
 

A year ago today I hit the “publish your site” button on a website that I had worked tirelessly on for months and dreamt about for years prior to that. Although things haven’t gone exactly how I’ve envisioned for this space I’m glad I took the chance on myself. This site has helped me explore my love for writing, sharing knowledge and showcased my other interests such as photography. 

A year ago I posed the question “Do I trust Myself?”. Well I must have opened a can of worms with that one because what followed was a series of situations where I was faced with relying on my intuition. While in most recent cases I’ve trusted my gut, mostly avoiding disappointment and distress, I can’t say the same for a year ago.  Some of those situations I wished I listened to my gut when it screamed “stay home”, “speak up” or “leave”. In those situations my willingness to dishonor my boundaries for the sake of doing the right thing, saving relationships, or not being labeled difficult overrode my better judgement. I imagine my ancestors were holding meetings in Disney's Mulan style. “What’s wrong with this girl?”, they’d say. “We’re showing her all the red flags!” they’d yell, shaking their heads. Between them, my therapist and God I came to the conclusion that I didn’t really trust my judgement. I’ve often been labeled as overreacting, overdramatic, sensitive or my favorite, difficult. But that’s what someone who doesn’t respect your boundaries would say. I didn’t know that at the time and would compromise my feelings for the purpose of seeming “easy going”.  My mind would scream in discomfort and still I’d endure the uneasiness longer than necessary. I wasn’t doing anyone any favors by not being authentic to how I felt. 

Thank God for a year of growth! Sometimes it’s hard to celebrate yourself when the growth has been internal. The parts of you that others can’t see or feel. The parts they have no idea that you struggle with. They don’t know about all the work that you’ve done to clear out the weeds and nourish the soil for something beautiful to bloom in this newfound space.I see growth everyday even if no one else does. And that’s ok. I’m grateful to the places and spaces I’ve outgrown because for everything I have lost I’ve gained in perspective, wisdom and self love. The journey isn't over, there’s still lots more to unpack but as for TODAY, we celebrate!

I’m so thankful to be able to share my words with you. I’m so grateful to those who have read or shared my blogs, booked a photoshoot, subscribed to the newsletters and given me words of encouragement. 
For those beginning to trust themselves and listen to their intuition; I see you and I’m proud.

Remember...
Be gentle with yourself & keep evolving!

Smells like a memory...

Ever wonder why catching a whiff of an aroma can suddenly improve your mood ? Or better yet transport you to your happy place? Our senses play a vital role in shaping our perception of the external world whether it’s through sight, taste, sound, touch or smell. There has been scientific research that suggests scents can trigger strong emotion evoking memories by sparking regions in our brains that are linked to our emotion and memory receptors. So while we don’t have control over every aspect of our environment, small details such as scents can help curate soothing atmospheres. I’m going to share with you my favorite emotion boosting products.

Emotion Boosting Products

room/ linen sprays

Recently I purchased some room/linen sprays from Naturally Yours Co. a Black woman owned candle company located in Dallas, Texas. These handcrafted dual purpose sprays are a great way to instantly liven up your space. My favorite scents are Calm ( Sandalwood Rose), Clarity ( Eucalyptus & Mint), and Sweet Serenity ( Lavender & Chamomile). For me the notes in these fragrances help trigger joyful emotions. I use Calm & Clarity throughout the day in my space to recenter my thoughts and evoke positive responses. Sweet Serenity is my choice for my linens. The notes of lavender and chamomile puts me in the mood relaxation and peacefulness, which is perfect for winding down for the night.

Click the button below to purchase candles, room sprays & more!

essential oils

Another product I use for scent induced mood boosting are essential oils. Essentials oils are extracted from plants through the process of pressing or distillation. The plant that the oil is derived from determines the scent, flavour and possible use of the product. There are endless uses for essential oils ranging from massages, inhalants, to ingredients in health/ beauty products. The way I use the product depends solely on the oil. Eucalyptus is one of my favorite oils especially when paired with lavender or lemongrass. In the shower I place a few drops of eucalyptus oil at the bottom of the tub to create a spa-like experience. I then follow up with my body scrub that has a blend of lemongrass and mint. Everytime I use this combo it takes me my happy place. When I’m feeling under the weather I use Artizen’s blends (joy, harmony or balance) in the diffuser to keep the air around me healthy.

For me, engaging my senses in positive associations helps me have some control over my emotions. Aromas can have powerful effects on your emotion receptors so use wisely and pay attention to how your body responds.

Go find your happy place and remember…

Be gentle with yourself & keep evolving!

Existing in solitude.

To be honest, I wasn’t doing ‘ok’ prior to the virus outbreak and social distancing. Of course if you’d asked me everything was ‘fine’. Truthfully, I wasn’t consistently honoring myself, my thoughts or feelings. No matter how it looked on the outside I was unraveling on the inside. Of course there were sparks of good moments but I was weighed down from carrying loads that weren’t mine to bear, wearing wounds as amour and answering questions that required introspection with an idk. Mostly out of fear of judgement. This self isolation has forced me to look inward to find the source of the blockages and begin the healing process. I could no longer navigate life on the falsehood of limiting core beliefs, fragile boundaries and unfocused direction. 

So how did this “aha” moment come about? It wasn’t one defining moment rather a series of unfortunate events. All of these events uprooted just about every “foundation” my life had been built on. At the peak of the last unfortunate event I decided it must be time for something to change. And you only have so much control on external factors that at some point it’s necessary to go within. I needed to recognize that as angry, hurt, and disappointed I was with other people, I felt the most betrayed by myself. For every time I didn’t trust my intuition, ignored my own boundaries, accepted less than I deserved I pushed Robin away and took on another identity. I was stuck in a cycle of unbalanced relationships with friends and family etc. My needs went unmet and I didn’t know how to express myself. I had always felt I was pretty self aware so when the ground beneath me began to crack my ego took a huge hit. Ever wake up in a haze? Not sure if what occurred was reality or a dream. Well I felt like I had been sleeping the last several years and waking up has been a haze of repressed memories, lessons that make sense now and finding messages in the patterns. 

So now what happens? Clinging to the past keeps you stuck and yearning for the future only causes anxiety. So I’ll focus on the present. Now comes the work. The hurt may not have been self inflicted but the healing is my responsibility.

Things that are helping:

Journaling

I’ve been journaling off & on since I learned how to write. These days I’m more intentional about journaling. I use it to process emotions, brain dump, utilize my voice and reflect. I’ll be sending out journal prompts again soon so subscribe to the newsletter!

Meditation/ Prayer

Speaking of being intentional. I strive to meditate and pray the first and last part of my day. Meditation helps set the tone for the day and gives you an energy space to refer back to when negativity arises. I’m not afraid to admit that I lack discipline so implementing this into my routine has been a task but it’s important for me to find balance so I push through. Prayer is just as important to me. It’s an intentional space for me to have a conversation with God.

Social interaction

For a good portion of this social distancing I have limited how much I chat on the phone and get on social media for personal reasons. But when I’m in the right headspace talking with friends and family has given me some great moments. Whether it’s a virtual game night, book club or just a facetime call to say “Hey” it’s nice to have some social interaction. Take time for yourself but try not to completely isolate.

Doing things I enjoy/ being create

I have always loved art whether it be crafting, painting, writing, drawing, photography etc. Whatever it was I enjoyed the process of creating something from nothing. At some point in my life I became so hard on myself that if I wasn’t able to pick up on something quick or the outcome wasn’t excellent I’d quit. Now-a-days I’m much more inclined to create art for the sake of creating. Sometimes I share my art and sometimes I keep it for myself. No external validation needed. The most important point is I’m creating and enjoying it.

Resting/ Resetting

There’s no shame in taking pauses and resting when you need to. There’s no explanation necessary. Take your time.

Self Care. Self Compassion

Self care can look different for everyone. So if it looks like an at home spa day, wining and dining yourself or indulging in some sweets that’s ok. If that looks like finally taking a shower after days in the same pajamas, that works too. Show yourself some grace and compassion. The point is to not get weighed down with external experiences that you forget about you! You can’t pour from an empty cup.

I hope this message resonates.
Be gentle with yourself & keep evolving!