Intersect believes that wellness, both physical and mental, are important practices we all can do to resist the pressures of society. One of the most radical activities you can do is to practice self-love and care.

This house, is not a home.

Its given me more dark days, than light ones

More punishments, than rewards,

More anxiety, than happiness.

y cuando digo muerta por dentro

realmente digo entrañas en carne viva

digo culto al dolor silencioso…

All I know is love

I grew up, drinking it by the gallons.

In this time of a pandemic and loads of panic…

Yuh wake up screaming, parched lips bitter from the tail-end of another nightmare…

I am comfortable in my own skin…

In order for any woman to grow she must shed every mindset that doesn’t fertilise her purpose…

This piece is full of pathos, evoking pity and sadness…

For so long physical and verbal abuse I endured…

If you’re anything like me, you’ve probably known for a long long time that your mental landscape is very different…

There are pockets in my mind

that empty themselves

After my mom died…

Stone-cold to the touch

Body like a slug, just drifting through life

Leaving behind a trail of darkness and pain

The apartment will feel like you are being suffocated….

In his physique.

A body made beautiful now distorted

He folds over himself as if

To make up for his size he shrinks his impact

I am Atlas and the burden of the world is my own. Suffocating under the weight of continents, the whisper of dreams, hopes and prayers that fill the air.

Shit! Back at it again. You see, one thing those mental health gurus fail to tell you on instagram lives is how much relapse is a bitch.

The soca song “Lucille” by Jestura was the anthem for Shilva especially around Carnival season.

One of the prominent themes from many of the stories shared by the West Indian women who participated was about traumatic childhood experiences and their process to heal on their own.