People are asking how Landani didn’t give Menzi HIV. She was on ARVs for years and she had an undetectable viral load. She couldn’t pass on the virus. We truly need HIV educational shows back on TV
I want to be so comfortable financially that gifting my loved ones becomes second nature.
“You passed”
Dinner’s on me.
“You bought a car?”
Let me buy you fuel
Gifting my loved ones would honestly make me so happy.
Asking people if they are OK when they don’t show up instead of assuming everyone is dismissive or a disappointment. They could just be overwhelmed by life.
Jonasi walked in on Joyce pointing a gun at him and he couldn’t possibly imagine a reality where Joyce could try to kill him because he knew she loved him more than she loved herself, so he went with the idea that she was trying to commit suicide. What a sick man. 😭
I’m not meant for chaos. I don’t resonate with raised voices, constant tension or unnecessary back and forth. I don’t welcome anger in my spirit or anything that pulls me away from who I am at my core. I am gentle. I am loving. I move with intention. If something disturbs my peace or shifts me into negativity, it no longer has a place in my life.
Rent. Petrol hike. Talking stages. Electricity hike. 8 liters a day. Ashwaganda. Supplements. Vitamins. Degree. KPIs. 10 000 steps a day. Exercise. Tax free savings. Retirement annuity. Smell good. Therapy. Heal your inner child. Madlanga commission. March and March. Blended families. Baby mama/daddy drama. Levies. Laundry. Kids. Text back. Lunchboxes. Living on a budget. Car insurance. Being a wife. Mom. Dinner preps. Hobbies. Staying in touch with your loved ones. Weekend = saturday only. Church. One book a month. Applying sunscreen. Probiotics. School fees. Kegel exercises. Praying. Meditating. Balanced diet. Vacations. Tax. Interest rates. View once salary. 8 hours of rest. Saxophone is getting louder. Payflex. Pay just now. Living beyond our means. Networking. Multiple streams of income. Travel. Fasting. Build your investment portfolio. Unemployment. Kind regards.
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I got a call on a Sunday afternoon. It was a friend of mine who has been living with depression and suicidal ideation. In the call all he said was "Dude, I am not fine. I am losing it".
He didn't need to say more. I told him I am coming over and the first thing we are doing is checking in his firearm at the police station and then we can sit and talk. He lives about 1h30mins away and when I arrived he had already handled the firearm part. I won't say where he lives because that 1h30m will show that I was avoiding a funeral more than I was avoiding speeding tickets.
His wife was not around for the weekend so it was me, him and his kids. We left them watching TV and went to sit by a corner. We talked. About everything besides the call he made earlier.
Not because I wasn't curious but because after living with depression too I know that I don't always want a questionnaire. Or explain triggers that don't make sense. Or explain that sometimes I don't even understand why I feel that way I do. In fact, he was going through some of the best few months of his life when he made that call. New house, business going well... To the outside world he didn't "qualify" for depression.
The elephant in the room was there but we were laughing. I think the elephant was laughing too.
Months later he made a facebook post about that moment and we could joke about it now. Publicly. Not knowing that the simple act of sitting in that corner talking about shit was exactly why he called.
Too often when a low point in depression hits, we feel like we are talking to people we have to qualify our state to. People who mean well. But I don't know why I want my world to end. And even if I do, it is not always this great big thing that most people would think "Okay, it makes sense why you feel this way".
The other reason for this is that depression, like any illness, wants to live. It will do whatever it can to survive. Depression lies to you and tells you that you're a burden, that nobody actually cares and that reaching out will only make things worse. It's not avoidance. It's the illness doing exactly what it's designed to do. Live. Make you isolated.
And he actually is right about being a burden because he still hasn't reimbursed me for my petrol. Umuntu feeling suicidal nge mampara week knowing he lives in another province 😭 Ngiyayifuna imali yam ye Petrol na ma Tollgate 😭😭😭
If I’ve made plans with a man, on the day I continue with my life like I don’t have plans until he actually reminds me of said plans bc men are disappointing in nature.