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Journey of a growing woman

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The journey to strong mental health is a continuous one

Don’t cry for me Argentina. I’ll be just fine

My mental health has taken a hit lately. It is no secret that I suffered from depression few years ago. I was on anti-depressants for a moment and I also had suicidal thoughts. It took me a while to get over it but eventually I did through prayer, new friendships and a departure from toxicity. However, I have learned that this journey is a continuous one.

Over the last two years, I’ve had moments where I’ve felt triggered but they have always remained that – moments. Lately, it’s lasted longer than I planned. I can’t exactly figure out when it started but I’m grateful because I know the signs so I’ve caught it early before it can do any real damage.

And while it’s still pretty mild and in knowing who God is and how much he loves me, suicidal thoughts have not come into play and I believe it wouldn’t. However, it’s still hard. I feel tormented inside and I’m trying to deal with it as best as I can. For one, I’m speaking about it and praying about it and even talking to friends and I know that I would be okay soon.

I just want people to know that your mental health is very important. It is not a joke and you should take care of it as best as you can. It is very essential and don’t feel ashamed about it.

To my fellow misfits going through a hard time, you will be okay, I assure you of that. Just know that you are awesome and this shall pass too.

Don’t cry for me Argentina, I’ll be just fine. I just need to do some serious work on myself and I have come a very long way from where I was a few years ago. I am more equipped to deal with this than I’ve ever been and I know that God is making everything work together for my good and I trust Him. It was important to me that I shared this with you all so I hope you don’t mind.

In the mean time, here is a pretty picture of me for you to enjoy. Lol

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My New Podcast: Road to 30

Anyone that knows me knows that I like to talk. Lol. If you allow me, I will talk your ear off. As a matter of fact, if I meet you for the first time and I just keep on talking, take it as a compliment because it means that I like you.

I have always been interested in this area of media. The summer before I entered university, I got the opportunity to get some work experience at a radio station which was such a wonderful time for me. I had actually shared a part of my experience there on this blog. You can check it out here. So, basically this was always something that I always wanted to do.

So, since I wasn’t able to get a job working at a radio station, I wanted to take matters into my own hands by starting a podcast. I even recorded an episode and everything but fear crippled me. I just couldn’t hack it.

Then, in walked my friend, Isaac. I have known Isaac for just about a decade. I had first met him when I went along with my secondary school for some competition at his secondary school. Then, he mentioned to me that he was my very good friend, Millicent’s cousin and the rest is history. Over the years, we communicated on and off. Then, earlier this year, Millicent told me that Isaac wanted to start a podcast. And honestly, the thought crossed my mind about doing it with him but then I shut it down because I felt we were moving in two different directions.

However, a few days later, he messaged me and asked me if I was interested in starting one with him and the more I thought about it, the more sense it made to me. I felt it would be great to have a partner as opposed to doing it alone. Everything seemed to work out so well because he lives very close to me and so, meeting up was no problem at all.

Our first meeting went very well and we communicated so well. We realised that we wanted to create a show that showcased all the joys and excitements of being in our 20s and we knew that there are tons of people who would be able to relate. It took us a few months to get it all together but on April 28th, 2019, we released our very first episode.

We have gotten such great feedback from it and we are super excited to keep going and creating content. So, please, I would appreciate if you guys support our podcast by listening, subscribing and commenting. I would share the Soundcloud recordings below and I will also provide the iTunes and Spotify links for those that would prefer those avenues.

Episode 1: Is adulting a scam?

On this episode we talk about the journey of adulting and if it is everything that we thought it would be. Take a listen below:

 

Episode 2: Losing Friendships

As we get older, we notice that our circles get smaller. We discuss our experiences of some of the friendships that have fallen on the way side as we have gotten older.

Unfortunately, I am having trouble sharing the last one on this post but if you head to here, you will be directed to all the platforms that our podcast is on for your choosing. Also, please follow us on our social media platforms

Instagram & Twitter: @roadto30podcast

I love you guys. Thanks for sticking with me and forgive my shameless plugging. Lol.

 

 

I am through with the dating game.

What is it about me that says ‘ready to be played?’ 

I spent the last week being completely depressed. I slept a lot. I cried a lot and I thought a lot. One could say it was due to PMS or one could say it was due to the fact that I got approached by yet another dude who likes me enough to want to have sex with me but not enough to actually date me. Or it could be both, who knows? Crazier things have happened eh?

As you may know, I am a romantic. I am corny. I am sappy. I believe that love is one of the most meaningful things in this world but lately, I’ve started to doubt that. I mean, I still think it is but maybe just not for me. I am at my wit’s end when it comes to this dating game and at this point, I just want to simply step out of it.

I feel exhausted and worn out. Maybe it’s the PMS but I spent the last week trying to figure out what was wrong with me. What is it about me that says ‘ready to be played?’

In the last few years, I have grown to be more confident in the woman that I am but this last week showed me that I still have a long way to go. But as for this dating game, I feel done. I feel through.

And it sucks more because I have loved but haven’t ever felt that love back. So, I don’t even know what it means to be in a relationship with a person who thinks you’re the best thing since sliced bread. And I worry sometimes that I wouldn’t get that.

This is not post asking for sympathy. This is just a post that mirrors what I am going through in my life right now. And I want to know if I have sisters or brothers out there who feel the way I do. But, as of right now, I’m done.

I can’t keep doing this. It’s not even fun anymore.

His Stay Was Meant To be Temporary…

In a lot of ways, he reminds me of my father. Not an exact copy; but there are just things about him – almost like a modern, more evolved version of my father (but my father nonetheless. And the first time I noticed that, I was scared shitless!

 

I never told you guys this but when I started writing on this blog again, I vowed that I was going to be as honest as I could.

Not to say that I haven’t been honest in the past but I just think that there are a lot of things that I am afraid to talk about, especially in my writing and I want that to change.

Anyway, in keeping to the theme of honesty, I got my heart broken recently. I hate that it happened because the guy and I were never in a relationship. We only knew each other for a very short amount of time but I find that the time that I spent with him was incredibly impactful in my life; in a way that I never expected it to be. He is like a unicorn to me because I have never met anyone who could affect me the way he did in such a short period of time.

From the way it started to the way it ended has been a real life lesson so far. It taught me a lot about myself, my future and my character. I don’t regret it though because I honestly feel like I needed someone like him to push me in the direction that I needed to go in every aspect of my life. I have come to accept that he was never supposed to be in my life for a long period of time; I just needed him to get me moving to the next phase of my life.

He did get into my heart…enough to break it at least. He made me confront a lot of issues that I have. For example, in a lot of ways, he reminds me of my father. Not an exact copy; but there are just things about him – almost like a modern, more evolved version of my father (but my father nonetheless. And the first time I noticed that, I was scared shitless! I always said that I never wanted to marry a man like my father and I would avoid it at all costs. But here I was, seeing a guy who was a replica of my father and I was so drawn to him that I did not realise it early enough.

He was such a teachable moment for me and I can’t help but thank God for bringing him into my life for all He taught me through this man. For one, he is extremely talented ad being so close to him and seeing how hard he worked as a creative was so inspiring. He always advised me to step out on my own and do the things that I love. And honestly, it was while I was seeing him that I started actively thinking about my creative future. And that is one thing I’ll always be thankful to him for.

I also learnt from how he treated me. In a lot of ways, he really was my father. I had so much respect for him (and still do) and it seemed that at the beginning, he saw me for who I was (just like my father when I was younger). Then, as time went on, he rejected me for things that honestly did not even make any real sense. He accused me of not caring about him and always playing the victim and being selfish. Lol. I had to laugh here because it is so far from who I am and anyone who knows me will tell you that. I cared about him so much and I was constantly thinking about him and how special I thought he was. I had always tried to impress him because I loved and respected him and I wanted him to be proud of me but I don’t think i mattered to him as much. It hurt to realise that but I have come to accept that he was not supposed to be in my life for a long time. His stay was meant to be temporary but with a purpose and that was to teach me more about myself.

Were there mistakes I made? Sure. Could I have been less needy, clingy, emotional? Yes, I could have been but none of this was enough to warrant the way he spoke to me in the end. But it’s okay because I realised that I need to be more accepting of myself.

If i don’t see myself through God’s eyes or accept myself for who I am, how do I expect somebody else to accept me? I need to get away from that thinking that believes that I need validation from other people especially men because if I don’t, I’ll keep on meeting replicas of my father. And I can’t have that.

I am on a journey of self love, self acceptance, self improvement; and I am determined to be as authentic as I can be; to be more accepting of my flaws, quirks, imperfections; to work on things that I would like to change and just accept that I am an amazing woman.

Unrequited.

So I fell in love with a man

A very sweet man

A sweet chocolate man

With lots of ambition

Lots of talent

Lots of drive

And this man made me feel different

He made me feel like I could do anything

That I could be anything

Not because of anything he did in particular

But just by being who he is

And oh, how at peace he made me feel

But this man like any man; like most people; like everyone

Is flawed

Not in any way that I couldn’t handle

But was enough to push me away

He pushed me away…

This sweet chocolate man…

And I miss him everyday

My heart yearns for him everyday

But I have to respect his wants and desires

And stay far far away…

 

 

 

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I don’t want to settle

I don’t have the best relationship with my father, which is so sad to say because growing up, he was my favourite parent. His relationship with my mum was always rocky but for me as a kid, he felt like a safe place.

My mum was tough on me but he wasn’t. He was easy to be around in a way my mum wasn’t. I probably learnt my do-re-mi’s before I learnt my ABC’s because my dad was into music. He played the keyboard a lot and so most mornings, the sound of music would always be heard around the house.

He played a lot of hymns and so, some of the hymns I know today was heard in my home first before I heard it anywhere else.

He was the one that introduced my siblings and I to weird combos of food and he was the one that cracked jokes and always made me laugh.

My dad was the best. Until things got really bad between him and my mum and he took it out on us – the kids.

Based on my little knowledge on psychology, I know that my relationship with my dad has influenced my choice of men. Not only do I tend to go for men that are significantly older than me but I also seem to always seek validation from them. I go looking for acceptance from them because I did not get that from my father. I tend to go for men who care for me as long as it doesn’t impede on their own desires.

Now, I love my dad very much but there is no doubt that being emotionally abandoned by the very first man in my life affected me tremendously. And let’s not even talk about the molestation that I had endured from some of the men that were around me.

But, I don’t want that to hold me back anymore. I think I am deserving. I am deserving of a good man who loves God and will love and respect me also. I am worth that and much more and I am willing to wait until I get that because up until now, I have only gotten heartache. I don’t want to settle. And I know that in the end, I will get the amazing man that I deserve.

I don’t want to remember

I don’t want to remember you

The ‘you’ that made my whole world spin round and round

To the point where I felt dizzy but yet and still, I did not want it to stop

 

I don’t want to remember your smile

That beautiful smile that was like sunshine on a dark cloudy day

 

I don’t want to remember how good it felt to hold you

To feel the warmth of your body against mine

 

I don’t want to remember your voice

That voice that sounded like King David had been awoken to play his harp once again

 

I don’t want to remember how glorious it felt to look at you

It was like looking at a sculpture carved by Michelangelo

So majestic; So grand

 

I don’t want to remember how much you opened my mind

To all the possibilities that this world has to offer

 

I don’t want to remember

Because when I remember, I smile a little

But then this sharp pain appears in my chest and spreads fast through out my body leaving me weak and helpless

As it takes me back to a time

When you and I felt right

 

A time when both of us were in alignment with the universe

And Orion seemed to be so clear in a city filled with lights

 

Yeah, remembering hurts…

 

 

P.S. To all my amazing readers, I feel like I owe you an explanation for my long absence and all would be explained in a separate post. Thank you for sticking with me. I love you guys so much. And there are better days ahead this year for me and for you. Believe that. Oh, and before I forget, Happy Valentines day. ❤

Twenty-Somethings

So, on Saturday, while I was in the Uber on my way to work (Yes, I work on Saturdays too, FML…), I started listening to Sza’s ‘Twenty Somethings’. I have listened to this song many times but I never really heard it until that day and I related with it on a completely different level.

I mean, I have to tell you that my 20s have been a whole different ball game. It has to be. It is that time in your life when you are definitely not a child anymore but you cannot necessarily call yourself an experienced adult because you are still trying to navigate adulthood and all that comes with it. It’s that period where you are introduced to life on a whole new scale.

For me, my 20s have been such an interesting journey and I am just 2 years in. I have seen myself evolve from the person that I used to be and the ways that I used to think. There are some shows that I watch now, like Insecure and Atlanta where, I can totally relate to the characters on those shows. I see myself making the same kind of mistakes they make; battling the same kind of decisions that they do about work, love, sex, life.

Not only that but my friends are in their 20s as well. The conversations that we have has changed. We spend our time talking about those same topics – work, love, sex, life – and also arguing about things going on in the news or on social media.

We also talk about our futures and while some of us have our journeys mapped out, not all of us (like me), seems to have any ideas how to go about it. That can be frustrating sometimes because you feel like you are supposed to have it all together but then, you don’t but the plan is to always take it one step at a time.

We also find ourselves confronted with new realities like the realities of marriage and children and we ask ourselves how we got to this point. Lol.

We drink lots of alcohol and we find time to hang out and we talk and when we do, we analyse and joke about the things that young adults talk about. And I love it.

I think that the freedom you feel in your 20s is unlike any other but its good because you get to enjoy that time for yourself and put your life together for when you are ready to take on bigger, bolder responsibilities.

I will miss it when it’s over but I am enjoying it now and taking it all in while learning to be the best version of myself.

Butterfly

There was a time that you were all I could think of

You were a dream, a wish that came true

A part of me that I never even knew existed

You were all I wanted; all I needed and more

Or so I thought

 

I gave you all of me…

My heart, my spirit, my soul, my body

I loved you, cared for you, prayed for you

I lifted you up, dimmed my light for you

I would have slayed dragons for you

And what did I get in return?

My heart used in a playing field of your lies  and your deceit

 

And yet I stayed

Because my love for you wanted to believe that you would want to be better for me

It wasn’t all you!

I also stayed for selfish reasons

I stayed because I didn’t have the strength to deal with the pain of building myself back up from the rubble that you left of my heart

I was afraid of being alone

 

It was hard

I thought I had let you go but there was something drawing me to you

It was fear

I did not know how to move on from that part of my life

But I did

 

Like a Phoenix, I saw myself rising again

Freed from the chains that was holding me back

This person that I thought would never show up did

This butterfly…free at last!

And never turning back

The cocoon had been filled with pain but that pain moulded me and shaped me

Like a potter with clay

And now I am ready to fly

 

A day would come when you would look for me

You would go to all the corners of the earth

Searching for me

But you wouldn’t find me

Or you just might

But I wouldn’t be yours for the taking

And you would tell stories that would last generations

Of the one that got away!