random musings

 Scattered. Discursive. Aimless. Rambling.  Has depression ever refused to let your mind settle? Has it ever made you physically and/or emotionally hyperactive? Do you find it hard to rest, impossible to meditate? Will your thoughts just not leave you alone?  Of course, you'll say. This is a common manifestation of depression experienced by most sufferers. Often it is hard to find something that holds your attention for very long. You may find yourself flitting from one task to another, unable to concentrate well or getting bored quickly. You get distracted easily. You forget things. It can be at the very least unproductive, and at the worst, a dangerous state to be in. Anhedonia. That is a word I learned for when you have lost interest in things that you used to love doing, mainly due to ongoing depression. It is one of the most shocking, unexpected side effects of depression I've experienced over the last ten years. For me, I never thought I would stop reading. It came as a s

 Recently, I came across this discussion on social media. There's a video by an Indian man called "Dear Black Women" in which he discusses his beliefs, as influenced by his mum's advice that he received as a child. I'll link the video below for easy reference in case you haven't seen it: Note I got this video from the channel Daughter of the Most High  which is where I'm linking it from. Of course a lot of commentary ensued. Many were positive, but to my surprise at least, there were quite a few people, male and female, who did not appreciate what this guy had to say. Now as a synopsis, what he stated is that his mother advised him as a child to seek out a black woman if he ever were lost on the streets or in trouble. Her rationale was that in her experience, of all the different types of people, a black woman was the one most likely to come to a child's aid without ill-intent. She had grown up herself amongst black females who had accepted and assiste