Yesterday, I recorded three episodes. And I was sitting there wanting to record a fourth one. Not because I had something urgent to say. But because I didn't want to feel what I was feeling.
I was sad as fuck. I was lonely. And I didn't know how to sit with it.
So I did what I always do: I worked. I recorded episodes. I planned events. I wrote papers. I built businesses. I stayed busy so I didn't have to feel the pain.
And then I stopped. I took my anxiety medication. I went to bed. And this morning, I woke up ready to tell the truth.
The truth is: I live in Atlanta. The Black Mecca. The city where Black people thrive, where we connect, where we build. I'm surrounded by Black excellence. I'm building professional relationships. I'm launching 5 businesses. I'm a PhD candidate at Clark Atlanta University. I'm running a gubernatorial campaign.
Success is coming to me.
And yet, every night when I go to bed, I am profoundly lonely.
I'm a single mother of two autistic boys. I don't have a partner. I don't have a community that holds me. I watch other people have successful relationships, and my heart hurts. My eyes are green with envy, longing, and grief.
And I thought: Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm doing something wrong. Maybe I don't know how to date right. Maybe no one wants me.
But then I looked at the data. And I realized: This is not just me. This is a structural pattern. This is the loneliness epidemic. And it's killing Black women.
In this episode, I show you the evidence:
- Only 33.3% of Black women are married (compared to 52.3% of white women)
- 50% of Black women have never been married (compared to 28% of white women)
- 64% of Black children are being raised by single mothers
- 22% of Black women report chronic loneliness (the highest rate among all racial groups)
- Black women are 3 times more likely to die from pregnancy-related causes than white women
- Only 10.3% of Black women seek mental health services (compared to 21.5% of white women)
I connect this data to the Sacrificial Bargain—the expectation that Black women will sacrifice our bodies, our time, our emotional labor, our peace for the sake of the community. I analyze the Crooked Room—the disorienting environment that punishes Black women who refuse to shrink. And I examine the collapse of the collective—how Gen X and Millennials broke the silence about abuse but lost the communal support that previous generations had.
I also explore the hip-hop connection: while Black women are building empires and going to bed alone, Black men in hip-hop are celebrated for having 10-14 kids with different women. Nick Cannon. Future. NBA YoungBoy. These men are called "legends" for "spreading their seed"—while Black women are expected to raise these children alone and be "strong single mothers."
And I examine the political stakes: if a Republican wins the Georgia gubernatorial race, it will devastate Black families—especially Black single mothers. Medicaid expansion will be blocked. Abortion access will be further restricted. Public education funding will be cut. This is why Derrick Jackson's campaign matters. This is why I'm fighting so hard.