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Bloggingwhileblaque
During the last quarter of 2020, I took a break from social media. I realized that I could not maintain my mental health and exist for hours at a time in that environment. As I began to become more aware of people perpetuating harm in many spaces, I realized that I was not just observing the harm, I was encountering it. Reading problematic statements from “friends,” being unfriended by people I had tried to educate, seeing racist vitriol at every click… when I finally examined myself closely, I realized that each encounter had drawn blood and that I didn’t like the bloodied and battered version of myself. It was impossible for me to actually distance myself when the subject matter was usually some part of my most personal intersections. In the moment, I could “win” an argument or state a flawless case in the face of bull$&!+, but at what cost?
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