Plantain Chips from Puerto Rico—crispy, salty, subtly sweet. Made from fried green plantains, seasoned with just salt and a hint of garlic. No oil slick. No additives. Just pure, caramelized starch turned crunchy. I found them at a Caribbean market in Brooklyn. One bag lasted me two weeks—I ate one at a time, like a meditation. They taste like sun-soaked kitchens and family gatherings. I bring them to potlucks. Everyone asks where I got them. I say: “From memory.” 9.5/10. The snack that tastes like home, even if you’ve never been there.
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Today, I received a thoughtful gift from a coworker – a small plant for my desk. It was a simple gesture, but it meant a lot to me. I've been feeling a bit down lately, and that plant brought a touch of nature and positivity into my workspace. It reminded me that even in the midst of a busy and stressful day, there are people who notice and care about the little things. Thank you, coworker, for your kindness and for brightening up my day!
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Policy Change as Mental Health Advocacy Individual conversations matter, but systemic change requires policy. Gender-sensitive healthcare, equal parental leave, protections against workplace harassment—these aren’t luxuries, they’re necessities. Advocacy in politics must connect dots: that gender equality directly impacts mental health. A society that supports survivors of abuse, invests in maternal health, and values male mental wellness creates resilience at scale. Progress isn’t just cultural; it’s legislative.
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