Dear me
I love to write. I also hate to write. I want to write. I also don’t want to write. This is the life of a writer.
(more…)Dear me
I love to write. I also hate to write. I want to write. I also don’t want to write. This is the life of a writer.
(more…)The past few days have been some of the toughest that I’ve ever been through. The one thing that has kept me going and stopped me from drowning under the weight of it all has been my village. My friendships. My people.
(more…)In my teens, I watched a movie about a girl who loses her brother in an accident. She goes to a singing camp where she overcomes her stage fright and learns to properly grieve her brother. And everyone hugs at the end.
(more…)This week marks a year since my baby sister went to be with the Lord.
(more…)I wavered on writing about this. I didn’t want to relive or revisit the pain that I’ve mostly healed from. I didn’t want to go back there. That place is so dark. That place led me to a mental break down that I had to get counselling for. That place is where I heard the voices say that I had no one (even if I do have people) in my corner. I am in a much better place now. I don’t want to go back there.
(more…)We live and then we die. It’s a fact we must come to accept. People die.
You wake up…..its a new day, you don’t want to face the day. Because everyday its like you are drowning…..drowning in a sea called depression.
Tonnes of things make me sad, global warming, sexism, tribalism, corruption, kids dying of avoidable things, the Donald’s treatment of women… A lot of sadness.
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