There’s really no way to deal with grief. There’s no way you cut it or slice it, it’ll hurt. There’s no denial or defence mechanism to ever prepare you of someone you know and love is gone. Or your favourite celebrity.
It’s been 9 months I moved to Kenya. Also 9 months I’ve been married. it’s been quite the journey. While living in Kenya hasn’t been the most interesting thing to ever happen to me; (This dude marrying me is way more interesting, I still like to ask him, are you even normal? what were you even thinking!) it’s been quite the journey.
I’ve seen stories where a man speaks about what it’s like to date a woman living with rape trauma, and people were clapping for him! “Oh so nice of you to withstand all her emotional tantrums bra”. It’s the racket.
So while on some few beers over the weekend, my friends and I started a conversation. I was the proponent of most of the theories, therefore I was on fire (a bit too much fire)
Mindful eating is maintaining an in-the-moment awareness of the food and drink you put into your mouth and body, it is a more effective weight-loss strategy than starving or keto-ing, or eating grass, although it’s hardly spoken about or used.
borderline elite, comfortable middle-class, borderline middle-class, hustler middle-class, any small breeze, and you will join the 70% chilling by the poverty line.
I have written this post for people who may be experiencing anxiety about resuming work, or just really want to do their best while stepping out of the house.
In the olden days, farmers were self sufficient. They work hard, consume little, never wasteful. Now we have a rise in people with disposable income. Take away all the essentials we need and we still have some money left.
I grieve different. But I have only ever grieved once. We will all die one day. Death has grabbed the people we love the most. But here I will speak of death, of someone I loved even before I knew what love was, and how I died with it. It was a slow, long, death.
What makes life worth living? What is happiness? Aside from momentary and fleeting stuff like biting into a slice of BBQ chicken pizza or hanging out with people/someone you love or sitting by the ocean, is there a grand plan to your happiness?
Anyone who has been on the receiving end of a bitter person with a predisposition for ‘sharp-tongued’ remarks knows that words—especially carefully crafted by a wordsmith’s hateful, scornful mouth—can often cut quite deeply.
They want you, just a little bit, but you want them more. I hear of how you want somebody else that you cannot have and somebody else wants you and you won’t let them have you, that vicious cycle, never been there!
So many things you want to hear but you will end up reading. On the pages of a tattered book you may never find. Or if you get lucky you may decipher from the many lines I spew every day, but that would be when I get to say them!
I think it is super cool. I love to cut myself, in secret places no one knows. On my heart especially because no one would ever see. I love as the pain sears through the soft parts of my skin, almost as good as the orgasms.
We all assume that being alive is the best thing ever, we’re full of, Life! But what do we know about being dead that qualifies us to make that statement?! Why is death bad?
I miss you. Everyday. Every time I’m lonely or bored or depressed which is pretty much half of the time in no particular order. You should be here right now listening to me whine about how life is unfair and how i want to be a stupid adult
