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Fierce Self-Care: It is More Than you Think

Self-care isn’t a buzzword or an indulgence. It’s a necessity, a form of resistance, and for many, a radical act of survival. Before corporations marketed it as spa days and bubble baths, self-care had deep roots in Black and brown communities — especially among activists who understood that caring for themselves meant sustaining the fight against oppression. Audre Lorde, the Black feminist writer, famously said, “Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.” When systems are built to wear people down, taking care of oneself becomes a way to push back, to do more than just survive. 

A legacy of giving (and overgiving)

As a giver and helper, by both trade and lived experience as an immigrant woman of color, I know the impulse to overextend myself all too well. I see it in my parents, who go above and beyond for family and friends, often at the cost of their own well-being. It’s a legacy of care, but also of sacrifice. During the pandemic, I wrote about the importance of self-care and how easy it is to overlook our own basic needs. 

But knowing this truth and living it are two different things.

Preparing to care—for both of us

Recently, I had to put this into practice in a way that felt both intentional and necessary. I was taking a family member to chemotherapy — a long day of waiting, attending, and making sure she was okay. In the past, I might have shown up with little thought to my own needs, running on fumes and a sense of service to others. But this time, I did it differently. The night before, I spent 45 minutes preparing — not just for her, but for me. I set up my kettle for hot water, packed my tea, and prepped my green tea latte for a day of hydration. I put together a big-ass salad because I knew I’d need something light and nourishing that doesn’t put me into a food coma. I packed sweet and savory snacks of various kinds. I brought my Kindle in case there was downtime. I gave myself choices, in case I had this or that need.

Honoring my own needs

I preserved energy at the clinic because I knew that waiting makes me tired. I sat, I stood up, I moved when I needed to. I reminded myself that no one can care for me like me, because I am intimately aware of what I might need on a day like this. After the long day of treatment I let myself take a nap on her couch before heading home, whereas before I might have tried to use the last of my fuel for conversations.

Writing, resting, and fierce self-care

It has been many months since I last wrote, and even waiting to write is a part of self-care. Not everything needs to be done immediately. Resting, reflecting, and allowing space for oneself are just as important as taking action.

All of this was fierce self-care. Not an afterthought, not a luxury, but a deliberate act of sustaining myself so I could sustain someone else. Because being there for others meant I also had to be there for me.

You deserve the care you give

Too often, those of us who give — whether by culture, upbringing, or profession — forget that our own well-being matters just as much as the people we serve. Taking care of ourselves allows us to keep showing up. And if we want to do more than just survive, if we want to care fiercely, we have to start with ourselves.

If you’re feeling depleted, stretched too thin, or like you’ve lost yourself in the care of others, therapy can be a way to reclaim your well-being. At People Bloom, we help people like you set boundaries, prioritize yourself, and engage in self-care as an act of resistance.

You don’t have to do it alone. Let’s get some work done. 

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Ada Pang is the proud owner of People Bloom Counseling, a Redmond psychotherapy practice. She helps unhappy couples find safety and connection in their relationship. She also helps cancer thrivers and their caregivers integrate cancer into their life stories. Some days, she’s better at following her own advice than other days, but what’s most important is that she doesn’t stop trying. 

People of Color May Have their Defenses Up, and with Good Reason

Photo by Alan Billyeald on Unsplash

Our recent adventure

Husband and I went on an RV trip to Central California in late-September. School has resumed; it’s time to travel in the off-season and enjoy the changing fall colors. We went as far as the south bay to visit my in-laws and then to the Stanislaus National Forest where my husband used to camp every year growing up. We had many memorable moments, but what stuck out was an experience that helped deepen my understanding of what BIPOC and other marginalized groups might feel on a regular basis. 

We pulled into a busy campground close to San Francisco on a busy weekend. The site was packed and fully booked, hustling and bustling with people. Kids were playing, riding on scooters, swimming, and visiting the petting farm. It was happenin’! At check-in, we were told our campsite with full hook up does not have a sewage hookup. However, these “VIP spots” involve a dark and grey water tank truck that comes by 8 am in the morning to empty it for us. Thus, we were told to leave our box unlocked. 

All that was fine. By now, the sun had 45 minutes to set. I was ready to get our rig set up so I can go for a quick jog, so time is of the essence. We rolled into our spot and there was not one, but two cars parked there. One of its owners quickly moved out while the other owner was nowhere to be found. While I know in my head that everything takes longer during COVID, it is no less frustrating to wait for someone to move their vehicle so our evening could continue. 

Things don’t always go as planned

Husband and I did the best we could, coming head-to-head to the vehicle and starting to level with blocks as best we could. By now, I’d given up hope that I could go for my jog. After 15 minutes of waiting,  the property manager finally drove up in his golf cart carrying the driver of the remaining vehicle. Looking sheepish and with a faint smile on his face, he hopped into his vehicle without a word and drove off. 

I was upset. What the fuck was that? We had to re-park and re-level, taking up more of our time. If one of us were a white male, would the dude have apologized before driving off? Being Asian-American looking, even though our identities are much more complicated than that, it’s one of those things we’d never know. It’s also hard to not notice how many of the RVers are White, as RVing amongst POC, while growing during the pandemic, is still lagging. Here’s an article about the outdoors being a predominantly White pastime

Sigh. After chatting with my husband and naming what this brought up for me, I could either stay upset or move on with my evening. I did my workout in the RV instead, careful to lay off on the jumping, and carried on. 

The gut punch came the next day, or at least what I thought was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

The tipping point

We left our tank hookup area unlocked, as suggested by the office. When we went to detach the water source the next morning, we found a pinch-off lock tool in the place of one of the shutoff valve handles for the fresh water drain. Did the rig rental come like that? Why didn’t we notice it, having done hookups multiple times during the beginning of the trip? By now, it is hard for my mind to not go to this place of us having been pranked. Hatred against Asian Americans has been on the rise since COVID and as much as we tried to continue to live our lives as best we could, I felt less safe in that moment.

When microaggressions add up

I’m usually a friendly person, but now, I have the resting bitch face on. Looking unfriendly feels protective and gives the message, “Don’t mess with me”. 

My husband, being a fourth-generation Japanese American, is a bit more removed from his Japanese racial and cultural identity. He took the more neutral position and kept questioning whether this was how we picked up the rental. Following his lead, I jumped on the conclusion bandwagon and emailed the manager of the RV rental company with photos. Within hours, he got back to us, saying that’s how the rig came and they’re waiting for a replacement part to arrive.

Now, you could say I misunderstood or wrongly thought we had a target on our backs. That was partly the case, but think about the experiences we had that led up to the last event: two cars parked in our spot, no apologies from the driver who kept us waiting, the sight of mostly White neighbors when we’re used to seeing other POC in our Seattle communities… Everyone can misunderstand at times; that’s part of being human. But when people from historically and all the more currently marginalized communities go through life, thoughts about whether they were treated one way or another because of their race, culture, sexual orientation, language, appearance, etc., can become top of mind. 

The right to not be friendly

With time, my resting bitch face slowly melted away because I felt mostly safe in the dominant culture, tapping into adaptive strategies to keep going. I went on with the rest of my trip, waving and saying hi to strangers, like my usual self. But through all this, I was reminded that people don’t have to be friendly back. People from marginalized groups can have additional reasons for how they show up in the world. Being friendly and smiley to strangers may be welcomed in some cultures but not others. People might just want to go on their walk and be left alone, and that’s ok. Just because I want to tell people I see them does not mean they need to reciprocate. Whatever they might be going through, ignoring me is a valid response.

All that to say, our inner experiences affect how we show up in the world. It’s not good or bad, right or wrong. It just is. If you need help navigating your intersecting identities, our counselors are here for you. We are a diverse group of people and personalities, with different lived experiences. I hope we can help!

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Ada Pang is the proud owner of People Bloom Counseling, a Redmond psychotherapy practice. She helps unhappy couples find safety and connection in their relationship. She also helps cancer thrivers and their caregivers integrate cancer into their life stories. She identifies as a Hong Kong immigrant, Canadian, US permanent resident, cis-gender woman. That is so much more than being Asian American. For that reason, she celebrates the identities that make you uniquely you.