you are not smarter than solange: a blog about mental health, manageability, and consumption

in our attics we all have boxes, a whole bunch of them. they sit up there undisturbed for as long as we can stand it. the boxes contain enormous trauma, unending grief, unimaginable happiness, incredible joy. they all sit there, side by side, gathering dust. you didn’t label the boxes, you didn’t have time, but you vaguely know which…