You need a break huh?

Have you ever found yourself feeling all blue and not really wanting to talk to anyone for a couple of days? Yes, you have, don’t lie.

Sometimes I start feeling so overwhelmed and so naked, I just want to be invincible for a while and disappear from social media. But it’s not necessarily the social media I’m trying to get away from,it’s the people. The replies to posts and all that giving of attention to other people – which I can’t even make available for myself , because I’m emotionally drained.

I’m sure we all handle this differently, in ways that suit us. What I do is, I’ll usually tell those I communicate with on a regular basis that I’m taking a timeout and I need to breathe… Yeah, they agree and swear they understand and will always be there for me. “They’re only a call away” They say. And so I take my break until I feel okay and in the right winds again until it’s time to go back out there. Man, and isn’t it a challenge? Going back out there? How do I even start talking to people again? I find it so hard and even more draining because how do I just go and decide to come back? Isn’t that like selfish? I start feeling like an emotionally selfish person, who disappears on people without considering how they’d feel. I’m saying this because even if I do decide to give those close to me my “I’m taking a break” notice, I don’t give reasons. I don’t feel the need to. Do I though? I don’t know. What if THEY start assuming different scenarios as to why I’m taking all these breaks? What if they start blaming themselves? What is the right thing to do? I mean, you don’t really owe anyone explanations and no one really likes to tell people about their problems because well.. They didn’t ask and you don’t always want to be the one complaining about something and that’s more than enough.

If you’ve ever felt that way? Like myself? Best believe, it’s normal and I believe you do the right thing by letting people know you need a break. This is actually better than just ghosting people because that could be selfish to their own mental health. Start by not always assuming what other people might think and ask them instead. “Would you prefer I tell you I’m going on a break instead of just going a-wall or no?” Either way, communicate with those close to you. Let them know it’s not they’re fault. It’s really important to let them know they’re not to blame and if someone in your circle is actually contributing to your mental breakdown? Tell them that whatever it is they’re doing is affecting you in a negative way. If they don’t change? Cut them off. Don’t be scared to cut people off. If someone doesn’t care about your mental health? If someone isn’t interested in creating a safe environment for you? Mentally, emotionally and spiritually even? Honey they don’t care about you and you should cut all ties with them. If they really have your best interests at heart? They will support you.

It’s very normal to feel emotionally drained once in a while. Not having energy for anything. Feeling so demotivated. Feeling sad and weak. It’s normal and you’re not the only one. I feel that way sometimes too, ALOT of times actually. I’m very empathetic. Nonetheless, you’re gonna be okay- sometimes not as soon as possible and maybe also a temporary “okay” because it’s a cycle and you’re always going to find yourself back in square 1. As long as you take care of yourself and treasure your happiest moments, you’ll learn to accept the moments in which you’re at your worst. Moments where you can’t change whatever it is that’s bothering you. Don’t let people force you to be happy and to always stay strong. “Smile through the bad times”.. No. Sit yourself down, have conversations with yourself and get used to being vulnerable because there’s still a long way to go.

May is #MentalHealthAwarenessMonth Goodluck soldier!✨

Bodied.

Legs parted, thoughts departed.

Hearts pounded, in her ears like drums they sounded.

Nakedness aroused by pain, and strokes that followed were even more insane.

Silent screams withheld and lips once small, now swelled.

Narrow hallways never entered before were now hollow and bloody rivers were soon to follow.

Thrusts coming stronger with every insert, her body aching in discomfort.

A moment once so much desired, her thirst for it now all of a sudden transpired.

The irritating feel of rubber against her walls, made her hips tremble and her legs fall.

Quiet and still like a statue, and soft cries for liberty.

Sweat rested on her body like dew, as soft kisses tempered with her every insecurity.

Embraced within masculine company, covered with nothing but guilt because well, fornication!

Sharp head ons that came with satisfying agony, two bodies binded by intimate attraction. Subjection!

Until finally, her junction felt lighter. A warm sensation brewing through her.

A relief following the release. She was emptier.

No more embodied,

just bodied.

Ndakola…

Sorrow,
A world without you is hollow.
I wait,for when the time comes for my soul to follow.
Sunshine,
A world is so cold without you,chills arouse my spine.
A soul is now empty,because life took what was mine.
Darkness,
A world is so full of it now,oh the blackness,
writing duets with this emptiness.
Distance,
You’re so far,and I can’t find an entrance.
I’m climbing all this hills,and still,I don’t stand a chance,
and I still struggle with acceptance.
Walls,
I’ve built so many of them,and now they won’t fall.
I’d do anything,even just for one spiritual phone call.
Far,
Your departure has left me with the biggest scar,
But,I know the sky has gained the biggest star.

“Bold” not Bald.

Lol, so alot of people think I have problems, that’s why I cut my hair. Yes I have problems, but that is not the reason.

Like a lot of people, I have issues about myself too. I’ve had them for years. I cut my hair because I wanted to prove something to myself. Not to society, not my mum, not my friends, MYSELF. I think in order for you to understand this post, and for me to get over this insecurity of mine, I just… Have to put it out there.

My hairline, has always been a mess! Like, I don’t have a hairline. I’ve got beautiful legit baby hair though, but the hairline.. Is just not there.”I don’t want baby hair, I want a hairline!”, so I’ve been telling myself. The thing is, it’s genetic, it’s the same with almost all the women in my family, and so anyways, as I was saying, I decided to cut my hair. Hoping it would make things better. Nada, I look cute, but I still don’t have a hairline, lol. I still feel the same way I did before I cut sometimes. I don’t know if people don’t notice, or they do and just choose to say nothing, but that’s the first thing I notice EVERYDAY I look in the mirror. Even today, with my cute cut, I know I thought about my hairline.

I learned something though, or rather realized… I have BETTER problems to worry about than a hairline. I now realize that, that’s my flaw. Everyone has invincible flaws that they keep to themselves, and that’s mine. It will never leave me, until I learn to love it. It will follow me until I die. I had hair, it was there. I cut my hair,and it is still here. I’m learning that the best way to overcome certain things, is to put them out there and accept them.

So the big question is… Am I ever braiding again? Yes, I’m just not sure if I want long hair again, I feel like going through the dyeing phase. But just know however, when I do decide to braid again, it’s because I finally feel “Bold” and “Beautiful”.. Complete.

If your flaws are troubling you,find a way to except them. It might be a process,but you’ll get there. You deserve to be happy all the time. You deserve to feel beautiful all the time.You deserve that happiness. Of course happiness is never guaranteed, but you deserve just that one guarantee! Why should you allow insecurities to hold your self esteem hostage? You are beyond your insecurities! Be BOLD, not bald, unless you choose to of course.

Let your flaw be your “beauty mark”.

Sober.

Have you ever tried explaining something to someone? Something that you don’t even understand?

Waking up in the middle of the night and just wanting to burst into tears for no reason.All of a sudden, everything starts becoming imperfect.The walls of your heart start closing in, and you feel like you can’t breathe.Ironically actually, you start breathing…heavy, there in the darkness of your room and of your mind.

Days pass, and you think, “fuck, lol..I’m actually okay😅.” “Like what was I even thinking?”..” What was I even crying about?”..You tell your friends it will never happen again and its cool, you just have insecurities.You even tell yourself that. “Im not doing that again.” 10 days later, here you are, again, losing it.Who do you even go to when you can’t even go to yourself?

You will come across those that see this as you being..”childish” and so you start creating problems in your head so you have a reason.A reason to cry.So that someone listens but hey, let’s not kid ourselves, fact remains;You woke up and just started crying.For no reason.You start blaming people.You start pushing people away because you don’t want to burden them.Let me just tell you,you’re not being childish.You are allowed to feel. You are allowed to feel and you should feel.However, I recommend that until you find someone that fully understands you, don’t just go around telling it to just anyone.These things are hard for others to understand and you’ll end up hurting yourself and the thing is, when you tell someone what the problem is, you don’t tell them the actual problem, you tell them the problem that you created inside of your head, caused by the actual problem, which leads to them giving you a disapointing response , which leaves you feeling unwanted (which is your own fault) because at the end of the day, you knew exactly what you wanted to hear and you didn’t hear it.Don’t rush for a shoulder to cry on.

The people from whom you want comfort are not always going to be the ones who “understand” your situation and you have to accept it and learn to live with it.It doesn’t make them bad people.Everyone has problems and just because you can’t call them at 2am and start crying, doesn’t mean they don’t care about you and you need to understand this.Stop telling yourself they don’t.Be patient.You’ll find that someone one day who you can call whenever you have those breakdowns or whatever and they’ll be there to listen and understand a hundred times because these things honestly repeat themselves and you need someone with patience.Someone who will be willing to listen at the same thing a hundred times and tell you the same thing a hundred times again and again.

For now,look into a mirror and embrace your faults and until you find your guardian angel, pray about it.Pray, pray and pray again.Don’t make crying a habit but if you have to, cry every once in a while and then laugh about it the next day because that’s how it is honestly.You wake up and its just another normal day.You got this.Get sober.You’re almost there. You will be there.Your guardian angel said so.GET SOBER😊💕

You.

The love inside of me, for you.. still continues to live.
The yearning to be with you one last time still continues to deepen.
I love how you look at me and just say nothing.
I love how you know how to hold every piece of me.
I love the darkness in you because it lightens up mine.
I love how your tongue is able to linger and form signatures with mine.
Your soul that I know nothing about excites my very own.
I’m inlove with the bars that you hide behind because when I’m with you I too, feel safe behind them.. With you.
But…
I hate how you have power over my sanity.
I hate how I’ve become a stray dog to your selfishness.
How I’ve become a jar to your rejections, never empty and ready to receive more.
How I can become a tower of cards that can easily fall by your cruel command.
You’re the moon. Awakening all kinds of emotions in me. The good and the bad.
You’re like a shadow..but one I’d want to keep even at night. You’re the darkness that people love to sit around in and think about all the beautiful things knowing that something bad can happen to them while they sit there,reminiscing.
You’re that risk that people dare to take.
The road less travelled.
You’re all these and still…
The love inside of me, for you… still continues to live.

3 am.

At 3 am,
Our minds are wide awake
and every thought is a mistake.
Our minds are dark
and our hearts fail to form even a single spark.
The thoughts are like those of forgotten lyrics,
Forgotten lyrics that we wish to sing.
Forgotten lyrics we sang when we were six,
Six, when our hearts were happy, before we made ourselves King.
King to emotions.
King to failure.
King to everything.
At 3 am,
Broken pieces speak,
While peace, our souls seek.
Our happiness becomes mute,
We bend before sadness and salute.
As our spirits dance to the beat of our misfortunes,
Playlists become shadows to our emotions.
In our own bodies, we become foreigners,
Hostages in our own conscience.
At 3 am,
Our bodies are asleep
and our minds are awake.
All this… At 3 am.