I realized I had no choice but to prepare myself mentally and emotionally for surgery. This was far from easy as images from the past filled my mind...
Do I know you?
This was the question that nagged my mind over and over as I stared back at my reflection. I had been here before, a place where I struggled to identify myself. Walking by mirrors was scary for the fear of not knowing what I’d see was overwhelming. Sometimes, I stared hard trying to find my real self. Hoping that somehow the mirror would give me some well needed answers. They just never came that way. No matter how hard I stared, no matter how hard I tried, I just didn’t get it.
Identity crisis is one major plague of our generation. So many people struggle to recognize themselves as they are one person by day and another by night and sometimes many in between. Our world has made it even more acceptable to have multiple lives in order to fit into roles that we desire regardless…
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A number of people have reached out to me to ask why I stopped writing. My response has been the same "writers block" and I believed this each time I said it as I went about my daily life. From my last post till now, it is safe to say my life has been eventful.... Continue Reading →
We secure ourselves behind the brick and mortar of statements like, “I don’t care what people think about me,” when, if we’re being honest, the exact opposite is true.
I can identify with Melinda. She had bottled up emotions and major anger issues. Clearly she had suffered daddy issues, struggled with her identity, placed all forms of her relevance on another being. Her siblings were totally oblivious to her issues which ran deep mentally. With all these and perhaps some more that haven't been... Continue Reading →
How easy is it to hear of a colleague who has been demoted or sacked over one who is moving on to better things or making good money on the side?
There, during that period of temporal hallucination, I knew it was my mind and I felt a strong need to chase it.
And for the first time ever, I met with myself.