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Boxing, Head Trauma, and Why I Can’t Get Enough of it
Boxing found me via Facebook. During my extreme femininism phase, I saw a post advertising a free womxn’s boxing program called We Fight Back. So, I contacted the facilitator to make sure I was seeing things right and that there were no loopholes. The only stipulations were that you had to identify as a women or be a women of color. That was it. The program was legit. That was back in 2017.
I signed up to be in the program spring 2017. To give a little context, I was in a bad place mentally. I was in a dark depression for the longest time. I felt as though I really had nothing going on in my life. I felt completely behind and alone. So, that program was my way of getting out of my comfort zone and it would give me something to do besides sulking around my apartment all day. It was scheduled to be 10-ish weeks, 10–12 women folk, one day a week meeting. During that commitment period, we’d do an hour of boxing and then an hour of dialogue and discussion. Since I had no money for therapy, because them psych hoes were charging an arm and a leg (for online therapy), I had nothing to lose. All it cost was time and energy.
Every Sunday for those 10-ish weeks I’d board the bus from my apartment in North Seattle and head south to the Central District. It took two buses and about an hour and a half to get to Cappy’s Gym, where the boxing…
