Pre-Menstrual Syndrome is one of the many things I have failed to manage in my adult life and it makes me sick to the stomach. (I presently want to pluck my braids from the roots. Nonetheless, I am making a continuous effort to be a decent human being so we’ll find a solution and make it work.
Premenstrual syndrome (PMS) is a condition that affects a woman’s emotions, physical health, and behavior during certain days of the menstrual cycle, particularly before her period. …
I’d like for my writing to continuously come from the depth of my soul; regardless of how broken and disconnected it maybe from your reality, those that it is meant for will understand.
A few weeks ago, I had a post about mental illness that was not well articulated and no matter how hard I tried to address it, the words failed to make sense. I failed to clearly express what the statement meant and the child in me didn’t think we needed a reference. …
I sold my phone(felt like a con artist) and got a Nokia 105, *yes, those baby ones*; it has been a few hours so I don't know how it’s going and will definitely be letting you know.
I am also learning how to write and publish my impulsive thoughts on the laptop, work desk computer and any another thing that is not a smartphone, *it makes people think I'm very serious, so ok* . Other wise, I had written this piece about early 20s pressure long before I made the decision to leave social media for a bit and focus…
One thing I’ll do perfectly well, any day, is shoot myself in the foot!
Anyway, I was here applauding myself because I’d held down a job for at least 3 months and guess tf what my guardian witch went and did?!!!!
There is nothing I hate like probation btw, just fire me ffs. Say it with your chest, “we can no longer sustain an employee who blows the whistle on our poor management” and I shall leave. Which one is “we encourage you to do better”, “you must agree to our terms”
Understandably, I do not have fuck you money…
I had a terrible melt down today. Those ones that end in tears at work (in the bathroom obviously because big girls don’t cry) and taking off my wig just so your brain can think.
Normally, I call mommy dearest and she prays for me, followed by a ka mm so I can buy data and listen to Joyce Meyer.
Today was the exception, Homegirl cut my call! As in, after two rings I heard “the number you’re calling is busy, tutuu tutuu”. That’s when everything flashed before my eyes!
I am alone in this world! I have finally become…
Today in my head, I am Halle Berry after she won best actress at the Oscars in 2002. For the role of living through exaggerated life scenarios, I give myself this piece. As always, you are welcome to read along.
Not everyday complaints and sad shit, sometimes smile and be thankful. Of course, we do not downplay emotions around here so this is coming from a place of reflection.
Some bv (an abbreviation for bad vibe that I found on social media) has disorganized me for about 5days and I am looking for ways to calm my anxiety. …
I have learnt a few lessons this week and the biggest one is; never say yes when you mean no. It is cliché *like every other thing I write honestly* but hear me out.
Every single time I have countered my gut feeling, I’ve been bit on the ass and the hickeys are never sexy.
After my fatal affair with depression *I mention it a lot because it birthed this site in the first place*, I made it a point to fight for my mental wellness! I was going to be the Wonder Woman of my life!
It is with…
On the eve of my 22nd birthday, a friend of mine came around to wish me well because he would be travelling.
We had a bit of a rough patch prior to his visit and my ideology was that when I become rich, *because I will*, I’ll be a boss and no one would pull what he did on me. I’d have the high ground on everything; like Iron Rose from Telemundo.
So I went on and on about my boss b*tch aspirations and how no one will speak to me fwaa. Till he challenged me with this:
I made a conscious decision to love and enjoy my life to the fullest! I want to savour in every moment; the good and the bad.
I’ll laugh and take random photos.
I’ll wear everything in my closet.
I’ll eat chilli even if I detest it because I am not born of fear.
I want to say NO to people who waste my time because I am not afraid of being alone anymore.
I want to be free enough to leave a book incomplete because it was not interesting. …
In this article I will use a live example of friends failing to move on from your once depressed self. I will breakdown the suffocation that comes with sharing your adversities to individuals who probably lack the capacity to carry certain information. I will also leave four things to consider while you vent.
Your time is a privilege, welcome back to Keep On Living!🌻
I say this because when you’re open about your mental struggles, people automatically change the way they interact with you! Mbu they fear triggering you, which leads to further self isolation and self loathing.
It was interesting, so I wrote about it.