Loud Mouth Brown Girl

I don’t know what to say my friends. I updated the website because it’s 2025, and I honestly thought “Maybe this will inspire me to write something beautiful.” But the truth is that with everything going on in the world, I am completely overwhelmed.

I have so many things that I want to do, but I don’t have the money to achieve those goals and with a broken ankle, it’s starting to feel a bit like “Why me?”

The reason for that is because of what is happening in Palestine. The world is in chaos right now and I am not sure what to do about it.

I’ve been sharing and using my platform to bring awareness, I’ve gone to protesting, but none of it feels like it matters.

Too many of us this year are overwhelmed and exhausted by all the chaos happening around us that our only focus can only be, on remaining stable through it all.

When you live with mental health issues, it’s difficult not to feel like it’s your job to get better, specifically so that you can help other people.

I think that so much of the last eight years has been about release, and now I am preparing to get ready to start taking things in.

I want to heal in ways I haven’t before. Writing was completely and utterly therapeutic, but I don’t want Loud Mouth Brown Girl dot com to only focus on me. I never did.

I want this year, to be able to afford to pay other writers, to share their stories, I really want this year to be the year that I turn Loud Mouth Brown Girl into the collective it was always meant to be.

One of the things I have been trying to get more comfortable with is using TikTok, largely because it’s such a great platform and I am meeting so many wonderful creators who are inspiring me to try things that I’ve never tried before.

One of the reasons I love the platform so much isn’t just about meeting other folks, it’s about being vulnerable. I’ve been incredibly vulnerable here, but it’s different when folks can see your face and hear your voice when you are talking.

I’m trying to find my place in the world, looking at all the tables I used to sit at that were filled with people who didn’t really want me, so much as they wanted access to my platform, was really hard to deal with.

But deciding to build my own table, no matter how many times I fall down or make mistakes and forget stuff, means that I get to decide who I share my table with.

So what do you say Black women…wanna join me?

Sending all my love,