Using the addiction metaphor has been helpful for me. It helps remind me that I can never stop working. And I have been taking inventory again recently, and after 18 years of working toward anti-racism professionally, I realized that I have been lazy personally. I don't sacrifice and risk when I am off the clock. I tried but my brothers teased and my sisters laughed. I'm now referred to as the "3rd sister" who is "super sensitive" about "political correctness" issues. And because it hurt my feelings, I slipped back into silence. I preserved their ignore-ance and comfortable numbness. Even as I write this, I fear sharing this with them. I tell myself that I am doing enough by modeling in my classrooms and empowering young people. But am I though?