Lately I've been thinking about what it feels like to live in survival mode. For me, survival mode isn't just about being busy. It's the feeling that there's always another hurdle to clear, another expectation to meet, another opportunity that has to be earned instead of assumed. As a Black man in America, I sometimes feel a heightened sense of pressure to prove myself. When I think about our history—slavery, segregation, discrimination, and the barriers that have existed for

After the past couple of weeks, I feel like I’ve been given something I didn’t expect—a new lease on life. Not in some dramatic, cinematic way, but in a quieter, more reflective way. The last two weeks were chaotic, exhausting, and honestly overwhelming. I went through midterms, back-to-back stress, and moments where I wasn’t functioning at my best. But now that I’m stepping back and looking at everything that happened, I feel like I’m being given another chance to make thing

I didn’t even take the FE exam like I was supposed to. And yeah… I was late to another meeting. Again. But that’s better than where I was...

Today marks the start of something different. Not just a new day, but the beginning of the grind —a brutal, focused, and relentless...