Tell us one thing you hope people say about you.
I don’t want to lie, that’s one thing I always wanted people to remember me for. Be it actions, spoken words and even the silence, to be a reason someone will find hope again.
The voice in me
beyond measure
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The world to see Jesus through my life. -
I recently started going for therapy. Funny how my emotions were all jumbled up. One minute I’m crying , the next I am happy and sound excited. But at the end of it all I felt happy to have released the weight.
I knew I carried a lot of emotional baggage, but always had excuses to brush them all away. Turns out I have a lot of things I need to unlearn for my mental health.
It’s work in progress for real.
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Are you more of a night or morning person?
For the most part I am not really a morning person but at the same time the way I sometimes hate interaction after 7 pm also makes me wonder if I am not an evening person.
But this doesn’t always happen. On some days am singing in the morning smiling all the way. Sometimes I also find myself on a long call with a friend and am so deep into it I don’t even care what time it is. And then there are days I am completely disconnected and feel irritated by almost anything.
So I can’t say I am a morning person or evening person. Am just human enough to be responding to my surroundings depending on the day.
I do desire to be an all-day kind of person though. If you look for me at any time you will find me on my top game.
Once again I can’t answer this question .
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I just needed to be reminded that even though I may find myself in the wilderness or valley of shadow of death, I am still blessed.
Am not forsaken, forgotten or cursed.I am a child of God and carry with me His blessing
Timely reminder.
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What are your two favorite things to wear?
One thing I am slowly begining to dread every morning, is wardrop selection. I guess that already spells out that I don’t have any favourite thing.
What I actually like , doesn’t suit my body type, when I wear it, I become too self conscious. What goes well with my body type ,I don’t think I feel comfortable in it. The in-betweens never feel quite right.
So honestly I don’t think I have favourite things to wear. Be it shoes or jewellery. I think I am being too simple. However if we switch for the outward things to the inside. My 2 favourite things to wear is a cheerful spirit and a heart made for worship. I don’t know if that makes the cut?
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Before you rush to judge, speak or act, pause for a moment, think about it again , repeat that more slowly this time. See both sides of the story. If you don’t have anything nice to say then keep quiet.
The moment your chest starts to tighten or range starts to build up and your words or voice shacky or bearing hate, politely excuse yourself. Leave the scene, go lock yourself in your room. Only come out what you have settled.
But if you have mastered your emotions. Apologies for it. You know, for every reaction is a cause. Take responsibility for having caused the reaction. If it had nothing to do with you, then sympathise with them, sometimes people just want to be heard.
Avoid talk that will only fuel negative emotions, if possible run away from such a company. Refuse to be manipulated by those with cunning minds. That only shows weakness.
And one final thing , tell God all about it.
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For the longest time I have always felt so defeated and that my situation will never change. But of late I’ve been feeling quite different.
It’s like knowing that seasons have shifted. I don’t have any evidence or any promises of things getting Better. Am still waking up in my ordinary world but with in me is an Extra ordinary feeling. As if my biggest dream is about to come true.
Can’t help but feel this way.
Whatever it is, it’s coming!
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If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?
Without sleep there won’t be extra time. In fact time itself will lose its meaning.
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One of the reasons I write is to ease off the pain. I started writing after I experienced some sitbacks. In fact it was the pain that drove me to the pen.
It started off as silly poems expressing my hurt. Then gradually it grew to blogging and went a step further to writing books.
The hurts and disappointments have continuously pushed me on and on. I have found that instead of falling into depression, I write it all away.
Somehow it helps me cope, keeps me sane, and helps me float.
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Yeah for a moment I thought I didn’t care , and that it hadn’t affected me in any way, but boy was I wrong.
I kept hearing the words over and over again at random moments. Each time as if a piece of my heart was being chipped off. Until I finally went to sleep in tears. Woke up in tears. And now carrying myself across the day feeling disconnected to everything around me.
To think that the ones I am supposed to reach out to in times like these are the very people who caused me to be in such a space, crazy right.
But anyway, it made me also reflect on how many times I have used words so carelessly. How many souls did I leave in pain because of my reckless mouth.
Words can hurt as much as they can heal.
I pray to remember that all the time I am talking to anyone.
Everyday we go to heal from words that break us.
The voice in me 