Today went well. I didn’t go see Star Wars. It wasn’t the right time. Sundays are for self-care. I experiment with lots of beauty product samples, deep condition my hair, and clean. It’s my way of arming myself for the week ahead. This year is too stressful to be anything but proactive.
I ordered a new hair care regimen from Form Beauty. It’s one of the companies that sponsor my new podcast; Gettin’ Grown. I started listening to the podcast from the beginning, so I’m still behind at this point. The older promo code worked, though. (Type formbeauty.com/gettingrown for 10% off.) I can’t wait to try it.
The hosts both live in major cities on the east coast, (NYC and D.C.) and still struggle to find products for people of color. I guess living in South Dakota isn’t a disadvantage (in this single instance.) Heh.
I’m re-reading the Harry Potter books. It’s another epic tale that also serves as a survival guide for life. Every reading renews my sense of survivorship. Like Harry, I live in two worlds simultaneously. He’s the boy who lived. I’m the girl who lived. There are many parallels, and it’s nice to feel understood and accurately comprehended.
The Harry Potter series is the best guide for surviving with PTSD I’ve ever read. J.K. Rowling understands humans far better than anyone I’ve read or encountered in the mental health field. Frankly, I think it should be used as a teaching tool for mental health providers. You can’t help heal without understanding.
I haven’t felt my blood pressure increase significantly after someone professed the books are solely for children in a while. It’s a book you read over and over for the rest of your life because it’s the only way you’ll get all it has to offer. J.K. Rowling is a Jedi Master, and it makes me so happy. I’m off to read.