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Psycho Babe

Safe to say that I've been on a war path in the past couple of weeks. Folks getting in my nerves and I actually refused to control the crazy.

I can be the "psycho babe" in my own way. I make no apology for being emotional, wacky, and hell, insane. So what. I do love it though that men will reject these behaviors in women but can act exactly the same. We can't label them hormonal or emotional or unstable. Or can we? What is it called when a man rages out of control over something deemed small? He's just stressed out. Life is getting to him. Pssft. Ok.

I almost feel like God gave women a coping mechanism. Its not an excuse to behave badly but it forces us to cry and release. If I told some of ya'll the stuff I have to do or think about daily, you'd wonder how I survive and I'm really tame on some levels. There are women who have more children to raise on their own, with less money to do it and may have a stressful job. Black women, especially, are always told we are strong. We are told we can handle everything. This is killing us. We self-medicate to cope with food, sex, drugs, etc and then scream, "I'm a strong Black Woman!" Blood pressure is high. Hypertension. Heart Disease. Stress with find a way to manifest in your body. It has to go somewhere.

Pass the chicken nachos!!!

So what if I lose it for a moment. I embrace the psycho babe in me. She lets me get the crap out of me. She doesn't harm anyone. She may cry over the little things but that allows her to work through the big stuff. Psycho Babe IS the Strong woman in me. So ladies, don't deny those times when you feel emotional. God made us this way and made us better. :)
We care for the world and we have to cope with the crap.

Psycho Babe Rocks!

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