13/12/2025
Allostatic loads are Spiritual Injuries where there exists no moral praise for martyrdom of the Matriarch.
A Continum of violated boundaries in a non Consensual relationship with the Domestic State leads to Black women being worked, stressed, extracted from, and sacrificed at lethal rates inside Colonial & modern institutions and it is being mislabelled as “individual burnout” or “pandemic loss.”
This is measurable in the damages to mitochondrial bloodlines and the physical cascade women experience when extraction from Country & body is repeatedly breached by external forces,if we continue to misnamed harm itself this too becomes a harm and a these are breaches of Customary Law where the body is not treated as a unit,like Colonial Laws do, but part of a whole system.
Repost from October 20, 2025
We are tired of dying.
We are tired of dying.
We are tired of dying.
—
Today, I held a container for a Black woman working & surviving in a massive agency.
They had “honored” all the agency’s deceased over the last few years.
She noticed something immediately:
Over 85% were Black women.
My stomach lurched.
Rage climbed my throat.
“Dr. Jenn, it wasn’t just the pandemic that took them.
This job did.
Capitalism did.
White masculine patriarchy did.”
They did.
Y’all did.
Let me be clear:
This is larger than identity politics
and very much about the fabric of Black women—
Black Caribbean women.
Black disabled women.
Black trans women.
Black Indigenous women.
BLACK. FU***NG. WOMEN.
Collectively siphoned.
Drained dry.
Not in 2025.
—
This moment clarified something ancient.
The years—
years—of holding we have done:
For Black men.
For institutions.
For white women.
For our children.
For children who aren’t even ours.
All in the name of being supportive.
(I had to scream just writing that.)
THIS IS A RECLAMATION.
—
We are at a precipice.
The precipice of JOY.
Of standing in the middle of free time.
We are remembering
the practices of our grandmothers:
Herbalists.
Artists.
Storytellers.
Shamans.
Priestesses.
Bakers.
Gardeners.
Can you feel it?
The exhaustion?
The rage from years of doing
what everyone else wants—
needs—you to do?
I do.
—
Please understand:
This is old.
Ancient.
Now, Black women can teach people
how to feed themselves energetically.
This is the rising of rest as resistance
(thank you, Nap Bishop).
It is the knowing of how our life force—
our sustenance—
is poured out
until it bleeds.
—
I promise you this:
I will not allow us to die
for systems that broke my ancestors’ backs
and tried to break their spirits.
Rest as Reparation.
In 2025 and beyond.
We are done holding everyone down
at the cost of ourselves.
—
The time has come
to decolonize the Eurocentric roots
of our emotional & spiritual health—
and to reclaim our right to
easy
breezy
bright-ass joy.
🖤
