I wrote this in April 2020. I wrote this with so much hope that I had finally gotten to acceptance. Two years later, I was diagnosed with Depression and Complicated Grief. To be fair, I went through another significant loss in 2021 that I am still navigating. Today, on the anniversary of one of the worst days of my life, I will bring it back because it’s still as relevant today as it was then. Grief changes you on a fundamental level.
Dear Me. Happy Birthday.
I still remember a time when the new year was a beacon of hope.
She is the smart reader-writer with the most radiant smile.
By Jimmy Ojakol From having them clown in baggy clothes that are the oddest pairings to demanding for terribly renumerated performances predetermined to embarrass one, children have always been the object of adults’ amusement, and I was no exception.
I’m not judging you.
Dear Single Christian Girl
I have always been odd. Weird. When I was younger, I stuck out like a sore thumb in a time when it was extremely cool to fit in. I have had an overwhelming desire to be more than just the mould that society had cast for me even before I was born. My life was set in stone but I wanted that stone to be one I could write on my own story. A stone I could chisel and create something different than what was expected of me.
Picture this: You’re seated in front of a computer, excited to write something. You open the app that you use to write, MS Word, Google Docs, Notes. You crack your knuckles and delicately place your hands in readiness to type out the next Great Novel, or the award winning story. And then…. Nothing.