The Quiet Power of Self-Regard in a World That Demands Our Labor

On letting gardens lie fallow, escaping the luxury trap, and demanding our fundamental right to rest

My garden will lie dormant this spring, for the first time in six years. The seeds I typically start in January and February remain unplanted, the soil untilled. I'm simply too tired. This isn't just garden-variety exhaustion – it's a bone-deep weariness that no amount of facial steamers, skincare masks, or red light therapy can touch. Like many Black w…