I am here again, i hope you all haven’t missed me much. Well once again I miss blogging, I am thankful to be back. Well to all those who see me as strong yes I am. Lol. There’s absolutely no one in this life, that doesn’t have something they battle with. But you know the good news, we will all overcome our issues. Well this year has been good, beautiful and bad too lol. Okay I am sure you guys weren’t expecting the bad part, that’s okay. Nothing in this life is complete without the good and bad part. There’s life and there’s death. I know there are a lot of people out there who have absolutely no one to talk to, but I really hope and want to be here for as many of you guys as possible. And I hope after sharing a little detail about how my week has been, it will encourage some of us not to feel alone.
These past few weeks, I honestly don’t know how I came out strong. It’s been the most challenging part of my life. Having to deal with issues of life that requires me to stay strong, forgive, keep loving, letting go off the past, hoping for the best, facing my fears, undisclosed feelings and emotions. The truth is when I think about how I was able to handle these past few weeks, I am surprised at how bold and strong I have been. Life isn’t complete without challenges. But what has kept me going is faith. Well at some point I felt empty, like I was praying and God wasn’t listening, other times I felt I was wasting my time. Trying to hold on to God even when you feel completely empty is hard. Some times I tell God I am sorry, but please I just need a sign to know you are listening . Well the truth is most times we are the reason why we feel completely disconnected from God. These past few weeks put me to test and trial to see how strong and prepared I am for what lies ahead of me, what’s coming my way. Have you ever been in a situation where you had to doubt yourself? Where you had to question yourself? Can I do this? Am I sure I can face this? Is this phase going to pass too? Why me? What did I ever do wrong? I thought I was perfect, I did everything right, where did I miss it? What did I do wrong? Well it’s not a good place for anyone. I had to repeatedly doubt myself and question myself. I felt I did everything right and I felt I shouldn’t be the one faced with the problem. Not me. But you know what, life has no respect for anyone.
In all of these, one thing that kept me going is faith. Times like this I would sit back and hate myself, I would tell myself if I had known, if I knew better, I would have done it differently. The truth is there will always be some regrets in our lives we will learn to live with. There’s absolutely nothing that can and will ever change that. But it’s not too late to do better. If I was in that scenario all over again without knowing what I know now, will I repeat the same mistakes again? Most likely. The truth is we are all humans. We don’t know what tomorrow holds for us. We act in the moment. And at every point in my life, everything I have ever done was the best decision I have ever made at the time. Everything I did felt absolutely right to me at the time, so if I was to be put on the same spot, the same scenario, will I do the same thing, that’s why I said most likely. But thinking back now, was that the best choice? absolutely not. Do I regret it sometimes? Yes but not all of it. This is me and everyone of us being human.
But in all of these, I am thankful I came out with a lot of good lessons to learn. Never ever limit yourself. Never doubt yourself because of some bad and silly choices you make. Never underestimate how strong you are to handle and face any challenge that comes your way. Life is not bed of roses, it’s full of issues. But definitely you are strong enough to overcome it all. I am thankful I am gradually coming out stronger and stronger. Oh yes ! I have moment when I break down in between. When I think of somethings, I shed tears, but after that I wipe my face and tell myself this isn’t the end of the world. I thought I should share this to someone here who’s totally feeling lost, empty, confused, devastated, frustrated there’s light at the end of the tunnel. Please don’t ever feel you are alone. Don’t give up. Yes, we all have moments in our lives that seems the world is against us, but that’s when we need to hold onto our faith and stay strong. And if you ever need someone to talk to or reach out to, I am always available at email@example.com. I love you all 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
If I could go back and visit my younger self the first thing I would do is grab her and hug her so tight that she feels love within every bone of that broken body of hers. I would tell her that she is loved, she is worthy and she deserves happiness. I would tell her that no matter what she’s feeling, things WILL get better. I would tell her that it’s okay to ask for help and there’s no shame in reaching out to let your loved ones know that you’re struggling. I would tell her to stop wasting so much time sleeping because life is too precious and she shouldn’t take the time she has on this planet for granted. I would tell her that no matter how invisible she feels she doesn’t deserve to starve and waste away. I would tell her that no matter how much she’s hurting or how badly she thinks of herself she doesn’t deserve to be cut open. I would tell her that everything she’s been through so far doesn’t define her and will never define her so just take a deep breath. I would tell her that the mistakes she’s made doesn’t make her a bad person and she still deserves to live. I would tell her that life is about learning and growing and it will never be perfect and that’s okay. I would tell her to stop trying to find happiness in everyone else and tell her she already has everything she needs within herself. I would tell her that it’s okay that she feels everything so deeply, it’s not a weakness. I would tell her that one day she will get to a place where she believes that she deserves happiness and cares for herself even though she doesn’t think it’s possible. I would tell her that the people who truly love her will always be there. Always. No matter what. And most importantly I would tell her thank you, thank you for holding on and being so strong because now I am so grateful to be alive.
I can’t go back in time to tell my younger self this, but I promise to tell myself this everyday as long as I am alive. I hope we all can be strong and courageous to remind ourselves of what we truly are. We should never forget to say these words to ourselves everyday and believe it. How loved and special we are, and we definitely don’t deserve less than this. 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
“Happiness is not by chance, but by choice.” Jim Rohn
Growing up I thought that happiness was something that happened to me, cause and effect. My mom gave me ice cream, I was happy. Unfortunately, this meant my happiness was always dependent on someone else.
Eleanor Roosevelt said, “Happiness is not a goal; it is a by-product of a life well lived.”
If Happiness is a choice and the by-product of a life well lived, then happiness is not dependent upon someone else, but rather, within my control. Whether a life is well lived largely comes down to the choices one makes, particularly the things on which we choose to focus, how we elect to see the world.
I realized that while I had a readily available mental list of the things that annoy me or frustrate me, I didn’t have the same clarity for the things that make me happy. If happiness is a choice, then I thought it worthwhile to be certain of the things on which I could focus that would make me happy.
It was an enjoyable exercise pondering the particulars of what brings a smile to my face, a sense of contentedness to my soul. After much deliberation, I have come to the following list of things that always make me happy:
1. I love to motivate people, to inspire them, to provide a positive example in this world; and I get often asked how I keep being so confident, optimistic and motivated all the time.
The answer is helping others.
Sure, I have and I encourage Positive Habits that make your life better because we are what we do daily. But I strongly believe compassion is the noblest feeling you can put in your heart. Compassion is the purest because you give something expecting nothing in return. It’s a fuel for unconditional love, it’s a fuel for gratitude, it’s a fuel for the ability to see hope in future. Acts of kindness don’t have to be big to be meaningful. Small donations, listening to somebody with a lot of troubles on their heart, a nice meal for that kid you’ve seen on the streets; these acts of kindness might seem small, but that’s how we give shape for our love for God.
2. Being loved: while I can cut negativity away from my life, I love being surrounded by positive people who support me and love me for what I am, who I am. I love my family and friends passionately in return. I didn’t know what love was like until I experienced it. Having such strong feelings about another person shook me to my core. It made me re-evaluate my beliefs. I learned what it was like to really care about someone. Everything I had believed, everything I stood for, suddenly disappeared. I found a whole new world opened up for me. I was no longer closed-minded. I became a yes person. I learned the meaning of never say never. I had a new outlook on life. Being loved makes you feel inspired. It gives you a can-do attitude that you can approach anything, anywhere, anytime. Being in love gives you motivation. Your attitude is optimistic and always positive.
3. Writing: When I took to writing I had no idea I could write as much. I had no idea how creative I was or how it was going to one day become what I love doing. As I wrote, not only did I reach my readers who related to me and connected, it healed me also. When I write, I share a little piece of my soul. And nothing makes me happier than giving back to the world that has already given me so much. I write to take all the terror, tragedy, comedy and banality of life and wrestle it into something I can understand. Writing is a wonderful way to discover and experience life’s pains and joys. Writing is an amazing tool to deal with pain and find God’s comfort in the midst of it. Writing is a way to discover and express fun and creativity. … Writing makes me feel happy because it helps me to connect with my inner feelings and share those feelings with others to, hopefully, help them to understand life better and to not feel alone.
4. Traveling: Nothing opens your horizons more than traveling. The world is huge though I am still on my journey. Travel enhances your mental well-being. Whether you are travelling for business, or on a one-week family holiday, or have to pursue a life on the road, travelling can make you a happier person by building self-confidence, providing new experiences and memories. Here are the reasons why travelling makes me happier:
Being away makes you appreciate home and family: Being away from things we often take for granted — family, close friends, home — makes us appreciate them more.
You find self-confidence by dealing with unexpected situations: There comes a time when everyone must deal with an unexpected situation when they are on the road. Whatever happens, there is a way around the problem and knowing that you can deal with these situations is a big boost to self-confidence and therefore your happiness.
You make new friends: It’s much easier to make new friends on the road than it is at home, where people are less inclined to chat to strangers on a cab or strike up conversation in a coffee shop. When people are away from home, there seem to be less boundaries to cross and making friends becomes much easier.
Getting some ‘you’ time: Our breathing space is often lost in our usual day-to-day existence. Travel helps revive that space. Having a moment to take advantage of peace and quiet and to simply ‘be’ allows us to let go of stress and tension and just enjoy being in the moment.
Sunshine while travelling generally puts us in a better mood: You enjoy and feel sunshine more when you are travelling. And of course sunshine and warmth generally place us in a much better mood. Though, this is more of a short-term boost, but a healthy glow makes everyone feel better and that lasts for a few weeks even after the trip is over.
5. Shopping: Studies have shown that shopping actually causes your brain to release more Serotonin, which is a chemical that makes you feel good! So there you go. The next time you are having a bad day, maybe you can seek a mood boost with a little shopping.
It takes your mind off things: Shopping takes time and concentration whether it is being done online or in your favorite store. You have to think about what you want or need and then find the most appropriate item to meet your requirements. You are focused on what you desire and not on the stressors in your life
It boosts your confidence: A beautiful dress or the perfect shade of nail polish can make you feel amazing. No one would argue that. There is nothing wrong with letting a new item give you a little boost now and again, but do be careful to not let the things you own be the only way you can feel good about yourself. Yes you look good in that outfit, but you are amazing either way!
You are in control : You are the one calling the shots when you walk into a store. The clerks are there to help you out and you are the one making all of the decisions. Everyone likes to be in charge now and again. If you have been feeling like everything is out of your control lately, a day of shopping could help with the frustration.
You get to spend time with people you love: If you are like me, you probably like to invite your best friend, mom, sister or partner along with you. We all know that time with your favorite people can make you feel good and remind you what is important.
It’s is gratifying: Some of the studies about shopping and happiness suggest that simply wanting an item without ever purchasing it can make you feel good. But we all know from experience that finally purchasing that item is so satisfying.
It’s can contribute to your self image: The way you present yourself to the outside world is important. You are creating an outwardly projected image of yourself with every item you purchase. Effectively creating the image you want to feels good.
It is refreshing: Everyone likes having new things every now and again. Whether you want to bring a new look to a room or your wardrobe, shopping to incorporate something new into your life is always refreshing.
We can’t be happy all the time because life will always throw things our way that make us feel sad, hurt, angry, frustrated and scared. One thing I’ve learned, though, is that during these times, there’s always something you can do to get the happiness vibes going. The good thing is that most of them aren’t difficult or expensive.
If you need a pick-me-up, try doing something from my list. Better yet, take some time to come up with your own happiness list and refer to it whenever you need a boost. You’ll be surprised how little it can take sometimes to turn your mood around.
Forgiveness is one of the hardest things to do. Many of us have been hurt, felt offended, and we keep telling ourselves we forgive our offenders but the honest truth is most of us don’t really genuinely forgive our offenders. My question is
1.) how do you know you have genuinely forgiven someone who really hurt you?
2.) how do you forgive someone you love that constantly keep hurting you
3.) when you forgive , do you have difficulties being friends with the person who has hurt you?
“Speak your truth.” That’s a phrase that has become common in popular culture over the past year. Speaking your truth is the most powerful weapon we have.
This may be you…. At some point in your life you made the decision that it was no longer safe to speak your truth. In your early years, speaking up led to a scolding from your parents, or worse. Their censure caused pain and engendered a belief in you that speaking up would create even more pain. This belief compelled you to withhold and question your voice from then on. Your parents, of course, did the best they could given their challenging upbringing; but whether they knew it or not, they were recreating their painful past—a past where they were to be seen but not heard, and forced to cope with their difficulties and feelings by keeping a tight lip. The cycle repeated itself in how they raised you, and in how they expected you to keep certain parts of yourself invisible. Even if your parents were generally kind and open to you, so long as they held onto their need to withdraw—their coping strategies—they would unintentionally invite you to withdraw as well; you would likely inherit their fears, beliefs and attitudes, like the innocent sponge and mimicker you were.
Fear of offending. This is rooted in fear that you will break your connection with others. That means fear of loneliness and loss of power — the power to get people to stick around.
Not wanting to be judged. It’s fear that if you say what you truly believe, you’re not going to seem competent, credible or lovable. The result is a habit of self-censorship and a lack of confidence in owning your opinions.
A sense of futility. “If you’ve found in the past that asserting your opinion made no difference to the powerful people in your life, you may be inclined to think, ‘What’s the use?’ today.”
Fear of reprisal. Anxiety about being shunned, ridiculed or attacked can make speaking up feel downright dangerous.
Most of the time you will not speak your truth because you don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings. That’s natural and oftentimes a good practice depending on the time and circumstance. However, there are times in which you need to put forth your belief for clarification or conviction. If you hurt a person’s feelings, please be patient until they figure out how to respond. Family truths are sometimes the most difficult truths to speak. By speaking your truth, you will frequently piss some people off. Please don’t take their attacks at you personally. It’s really not about you. It’s about them. It is called transference in psychology. A person transfers their emotions to you, accusing you of possessing what they are feeling. It is not necessary to push your truth onto someone else. And it’s not your job to fix anyone.
Speaking your truth will surely piss some people off and that’s a good thing. It’s time now, in your boomer years, to live your life the way you want to – the way you feel – yet always, of course, with reason and kindness. You’ve spent the better part of your life being honest, patient, compassionate and loving. And you will always be that person. On the other hand, holding back your truth when it’s necessary to speak is not going to be healthy for your personal growth and transformation. To speak your truth is to assume that there is some truth that you yourself possess. It assumes that each person is his or her own source for truth and authority.
The Power of speaking your truth. At the moment you start speaking your truth, you become more powerful than you can possibly imagine because when you speak the truth, you start believing in yourself. Of course, everyone thinks they believe in themselves. Everyone should be taught from a young age to be authentic, be you, believe in yourself. Think deeper, clearer and more profoundly ask yourself , Are you really free enough to piss people off? Speaking your truth comes from knowing who you are, from self – knowledge. Once you start practicing how to own your truth, everything in your life will start arranging itself. A huge amount of stress will be lifted from your heart because you don’t have to pretend anymore. You don’t have to hide parts fo you. And there is power in that thinking. When the shields we use to protect ourselves are gone, being present, being open and being emotionally pure and raw start to come to the surface. Being honest demands respect. When you value and respect your own thoughts and feelings, others will too. Those who don’t respect your thoughts and feelings probably shouldn’t be in your life in the first place. You will become stronger. There is strength in being honest with yourself. It is letting those icky feelings that you pretend do not exist out into the light. It requires strength to admit who you are and who you want to be with. It sounds easy but it isn’t. That kind of honesty can be brutal and harsh when you have to look at pieces that are not polished.
Practice Safety First. That is, give yourself a chance to practice sharing your truth. Find a community of supporters who will let you speak what’s on your mind without judgement or shame. Learning to share your voice and speak your truth for the first time will rarely be as eloquent as Oprah. Because of that, be awkward in the privacy and comfort of your own circle or platform. You can say things in a wonky way until they come out right.
Never Give your power away. Your truth is your power, so never give your power away to anyone else for any reason. Sharing your truth takes a leap of faith. However, only then can you learn and know the doing of your purpose. It’s better to live a Hard truth than a Beautiful Lie.
Do you speak your truth? Or do you worry about what other will think? Do you feel that you know yourself better now? Let’s have a conversation.
I believe it’s so important that we share our stories with each other to draw comfort, inspiration, and wisdom from them and to help us better navigate life.
I always knew it was coming, I just didn’t know when. Death, that is. It’s rudely brushed past me before, but it’s easy to distance yourself when it’s someone else’s loved one. When it’s your loved one, when someone from your inner circle exits, death is no longer a curiosity and an occasion to show empathy, but a piercing of the heart. I had no idea that I would be consumed by it, that my dad’s face would take up residence in my mind, and that his departure would so ravage my thinking that keeping track of anything would become a considerable challenge.
Death isn’t pretty. My dads death was wholly unexpected. Growing up as a kid, I was my dads favorite daughter. Being the last born and the child from his old age, I guess he loved me even more. I grew up having a rosy life, my dad was doing all he could to give his children the very best. My dad was my number 1 supporter, my number 1 fan, always sided me, would pick up a fight with anyone who literally wants to ride me. Lol. He was the best father anyone could ever wish for. He wasn’t biased or judgmental, even dealing with other people. I was daddy’s little girl. Everything my dad, my dad this, my dad that. I loved my dad that much that I could tell him everything. He was an easy person, anyone could easily have a conversation with him without being scared. Lol. My dad pampered me, gave me everything I ever needed, he made life comfortable for me. He made sure I had everything a little girl should have.
I would gist and laugh with my dad. I remember growing up, whenever I offended him, I would write a letter to him in a paper, telling him how nice he is, how good of a father he is, telling him he loves me and I am sorry, asking for forgiveness. He would read my letter and call me then give me a hug and ask me not to do it again. He kept those letters for a while probably discarded them later. He was my gossip partner, I can remember how I was bullied in my secondary school by a guy, very old lol. My dad got mad when I told him and showed up at my school the following day, threatening the guy, I mean he wouldn’t even dare come close to me. My dad showed up at all my inter-house sport. He would come cheering me up, shouting my name from the midst of crowd, applauding me, he would wait and then take me back home. He was invested in everything I did as a kid.
I can’t count how many surprise visit I received from my dad at school. He would buy my favorite snacks and bring it to my school. Lol. I was really really pampered by my dad. He would help me memorize bible verses and when it’s time to recite, the sight of him made me do better with his thumbs up 👍, and his incredible smile 😊. I grew older and so did he, I remember my dad buying me my first set of bras cause I requested for them even when I didn’t even have enough breast to carry it 😃. I could remember when my mum had to travel out and I was with my dad, oh yes, he cooked for us. My dad was taking good care of me that I didn’t even miss my mum. We would sing together, praise God together, stroll down our street together. Of course, everyone had to notice I and my dad, they would call me in my native language daddy’s wife (iyawo daddy) lol. Everywhere you see my dad, most likely I am beside him. I was his PA. Lol. I would pray for my dad and then he would buy me whatever I wanted. I had the best childhood with my dad. I have so many good memories about my dad.
And then I clocked 13, became a teenager and death just had to take him away from me. I never knew that was the last birthday we’d ever celebrate together. In may 2009, he felt sick briefly and was rushed to the hospital the following day, I could remember that morning, I was going to school and the school bus was outside waiting for me. I asked him, daddy will I see you when I come back? He said he was going to the hospital. Oh my dad was sick, I was too little to really know how badly he was. On getting to the hospital, we were told that he suffered from a severe heart attack, that made almost 90% of his heart stop functioning. We heard different stories from the hospital which till date I don’t know if it was true. From his heart being clothed to the part where 90% wasn’t functioning. How he had to be on oxygen to breath. I remember vividly the first and last time I saw him was on children’s day. I was only 13 years old. The child I was, innocently was playing with him cracking all sort of Jokes. He reassured me that by Gods grace he would be back home to me the day after or two days after cause he was feeling better.
I never knew that was the last time I would ever see him, his beautiful smile, the way he looked so young and handsome. I never got the chance to be by his side while he went through all the struggle he went through. I mean, he always felt that his faith was strong enough, he believed so much in God and faith that he would get better. I keep being puzzled as to why God allowed someone he loved so much die that way. I had a lot of questions to ask. Why did God take him? This wasn’t Gods plan for him, God knows it all, he knew a day like this will come. What happened to all the promises God made to him? These are questions I might never have the answer to. I watched my mum become a shadow of herself, I saw the look on my mums face each time she came back home, sorrow was always written all over her face, she would be unhappy, but I was a child and didn’t know how to help her or support her. She kept hoping the sickness would be over and he could come back home to his family. But that never happened. A week after he was hospitalized he kept telling my mum how he wanted to see his baby girl, I could see the excitement and joy in her eyes that he wanted to see me and had constantly being asking after me. He was desperate to see me, he said he had missed me. At this point I guess he knew he was going to die. Only God knows what he wanted to tell me. Being his last born, last child, I was super excited that I was going to see my dad.
I was jumping up and down, I would see my best friend, the only one I trusted to tell anything and everything to. My dad would never judge a soul, he was the kindest of all, the best father to all his children, a man of principle, very compassionate, generous, brave, supportive, tender hearted, a man of integrity, very attentive, very hopeful, very forgiving, very reliable, a man full of love for his children and family, a man with a baby heart, a man who cared so much about others, he tried in his little way to assist those he could assist. He was the best husband to my mother, I saw how my dad loved my mum unconditionally, she was indeed his better half , his missing rip, he was a man loved by many, he was a man who would go to any length to make anyone happy.
But sadly as I got into the car, I got the call I never imagined, that he was dead. Oh! I cried my life out, I cried because I knew I would never see him again. But little did I know what that pain felt like to my mother, my mum felt her world had come to an end. She felt there wasn’t any point living life again. She felt all hope was lost. It was really hard for my mum, from being a house wife with 3 kids. It was hard. It was really hard.
As time passed, she knew she had to pick up the pieces together, she had to be strong for we her kids, my mum made sure I and my siblings didn’t lack anything. From being a full time house wife to being an entrepreneur. My mum had to start a little business at least to feed her family, but I guess God has a way of compensating his own. I grew up faster than I should have, I had to become my mums pillar, I had to always help my mum, talk to her, be with her, comfort her, I had to put my pain aside to help my mum. I was the only one most times in the house with my mum, so you can imagine what I went through. How I had to constantly be strong for my mum, how I had to constantly make my mum happy, how I had to be her adviser, how I had to be her confidant, how I had to be a shoulder to lean on.
I became my mums best friend , she had no one to talk to or share her pains with, I became that person, I had to constantly help my mum fill in the gap of her late husband , so yes it was tough on me. I couldn’t show my emotions out to anyone because I never wanted to see my mum break down. I had to constantly battle with my feelings to help my mother. I remember my elder brother, he came home every weekend to be with my mum and myself to assist her in every possible way. He’d go back to his hostel every Sunday and return back home every Friday. This happened till he graduated from school. He’d follow my mum to the market to assist her in buying her goods. He was always ready to give any support he could to her.
This is the 11th year since I lost my dad and guess what, I and my siblings are doing great, my mum is an entrepreneur who has staffs working for her, from being a full time house wife. Oh the last 8 years was hard for her, sending all her kids to school, no support from anyone, she single handedly raised 3 beautiful kids who are all doing fine. I still deal with the pain, I am trying to find a way of letting out all the emotions I had in me for these good 11years, not being able to express how my dads death affected me, it was hard for me but here I am, never taught I would ever have the courage to tell people I don’t have a dad. This was something I constantly kept denying cause I didn’t want anyone looking at me pitifully. But I had good memories with my dad and honestly that has been keeping I and my siblings going. The life we lived with my dad taught us a great lesson. They say your life flashes before your eyes when you have a near-death experience. I would say this happens at the death of a loved one, too.
I don’t think I’ll ever be done grieving the loss of my dad. I share his DNA and we did life together. He shaped who I am like few others. His absence is incomprehensible. He’s part of me and not even death can diminish this. I’ll long to see him again for as long as I live. It’s a good thing God has a reunion planned. I hear it’s gonna be out of this world!
Don’t ever let any circumstance weigh you down, the death of losing a loved one, is unimaginable but I can assure you there’s nothing you can’t conquer. If I and my family can overcome this then I believe anyone can. For those of you who haven’t been able to open up and speak about the death of your loved one because of the hurt, I understand you, it is okay to take your time. Heal at your pace, don’t forget, there’s nothing that is happening to you that hasn’t happened to Someone else. I can assure you, you will overcome too. And you will come out stronger. You can feel free to reach me if you ever want to talk to someone, or need a friend who’s going to listen to you, someone who has been through the same issues with you, I am always available, ready to listen and help as much as possible. I am rooting for those who have lost someone dear to them, our only assurance is that their legacy lives on and they are in a better place. I love you all 🖤. Reach me on firstname.lastname@example.org if you need me.
This is going to be about my journey so far. The obstacles I faced while growing up. What helped me overcome those obstacles, my fears, my worries, basically everything that has happened in my life, that has brought me this far. I am going to be posting each and every of my story. I hope it would give a voice to people and encourage people. They are never alone. Regardless of whatever you have going on, just know someone, somewhere has gone through the same thing and maybe worse than you. That’s not the end of the world. I am here to encourage everyone never to give up. Those issues, are just a phase in life. Everyone will pass through difficult times, some might weigh us, while some might want to destroy us but never forget I am here rooting for you and reassuring you that everything is going to be okay. Just a matter of time. And if you ever feel the need to speak to someone or share your experiences or issues, I am always here to listen to you and advice in any possible way. If you ever need a shoulder to lean on, no matter how bad or critical or how messed up you think your life is, just know we are all going to get through it together. And there’s so much life has to offer to us. You can reach me on Trueliving356@gmail.com. Don’t give up on yourself and don’t give up on life. I love you all 🖤.