I found some of my old sketchbooks in my parents’ basement. I went through them, held a fondness for some of the drawings, and then put them in the recycling bin.

I resolved to purchase a sketchbook sometime to use when I’m in Champaign. I also bought some bath bombs from Lush and a very fruity-smelling candle.

Some of my friends passed away last week, and some of my friends are receiving death threats. My will to work and produce was broken. I was so angry; I have been so angry.

Today, I was less angry. I had more hope when I heard my cousin and my brother discuss their interests in critical race theory, feminist and queer theory, and afrofuturism.

For the first time, I experienced a good day. Sometimes hearing and seeing the nostalgic things help you remember who you are. I think I’ll get back to being myself sooner.