For People with Anxious Attachment❤️🩹
For people with anxious attachment, always learn to pause before you react. Train your brain. When the panic rises, do not act. Do not text again. Do not call. Do not demand reassurance. Pause. Breathe. Wait. Your brain is wired to interpret silence as danger. A delayed reply feels like rejection. A quiet moment feels like abandonment. But that is not the truth. That is your nervous system lying to you.
Train your brain to pause. To breathe. To remind yourself that you are safe. That silence is not abandonment. That space is not rejection. Every time you pause instead of reacting, you rewire your brain. You teach yourself that you can survive the anxiety without needing someone else to calm it. You build trust in yourself. It will not be easy at first. Your brain will fight you. But with practice, it will get easier.
Pause. Breathe. Trust. You are safe.
#AnxiousAttachment #HealingJourney #SelfSoothing #AttachmentTheory
I feel sorry for the guy. He is obviously anxious and needy. He is pouring his energy into someone who will never match it. She will use him for validation, milk him dry, and punish him for caring too much. It is a pattern as old as time.
She is obviously a damaged woman. She knows he is hooked. She knows he will keep showing up, keep giving, keep trying to earn her love. And she will take it all.
But here is the thing. He will learn. He will grow. The pain will teach him what words never could. It will hurt. It will take time. But one day, he will look back and be grateful for the lesson.
Sometimes the only way to grow is through the fire. And he is about to walk through it.
#Relationships #DatingAdvice #AnxiousAttachment #NarcissisticAbuse #EmotionalIntelligence #SelfAwareness
There was a time I was like this. I was so anxious. You could call me needy. In fact, I would send messages. Good morning. Good afternoon. Good evening. Even when I got no response, I go greet myself, I would pour out. Give everything, show deep love without getting anything in return.
There were times I would even beg. Can't you see me? Can't you be there for me? Can't you see me? Can't you love me too? Can't you show me love? I would cry, I would feel sad, drained. I'll give to my own detriment.
After that relationship. After everything. It took some time. Then I had to start reflecting on myself. And I saw that I needed to work on this about myself. This being anxious. This being needy. This not loving myself enough.
That was the beginning, of me transforming me. Shaping me to be more better. More secure. Loving myself more. In fact, it helped me to be a much more better person. Much more better partner.
It was not easy. It took time. It took honesty. It took looking in the mirror and admitting that I was the common denominator in my own pain. But that was the turning point. I stopped begging for love. I started giving it to myself. I stopped looking for validation in others. I started finding it within.
And that changed everything.
#AnxiousAttachment #HealingJourney #SelfLove #SecureAttachment #Relationships
GH¢10,000 invested at the beginning of the year and how it has performed as at 4th July, 2026.
Note: Past performance is not indicative of future results .
MTN → GH¢15,286
GCB Bank → GH¢20,388
Total energy → GH¢9,826
BOPP→ GH¢14,300
SIC → GH¢50,000
GOIL → GH¢25,338
CalBank → GH¢12,188
Fanmilk → GH¢16,625
Societe General → GH¢15,145
Enterprise Group → GH¢28,879
ETI → GH¢28,571
Republic Bank → GH¢30,769
Access Bank → GH¢19,691
Ecobank → GH¢13,468
Guinness → GH¢18,136
Unilever → GH¢14,909
Kasapreko (IPO)→ GH¢15,667
Zen Petroleum (IPO) → GH¢21,762
Clydestone → GH¢67,391
Intravenous Infusions → GH¢22,500
Why does it feel like every girl has to unlock the narcissist, the avoidant, and the warlock before the healthy relationship? 😭
So… what level are y’all on?
50.000 DOLARA SATILAN WEB SİTESİNİ, BU ADAM YAPAY ZEKAYA FABLE 5'E KODSUZ ŞEKİLDE KURDURUYOR. (Türkçe Altyazılı)👇
Hem de 16 dakikada, tek kuruş almadan anlatarak.
Kullandığı model Claude Fable 5. Yöntem şu:
>Pinterest'ten sinematik, animasyonlu bir referans buluyor, görseli ve videoyu yapay zekada ürettiriyor, sonra siteyi Fable'a bölüm bölüm kurduruyor.
>Çıkan şey animasyonlu, etkileşimli, mobil uyumlu. Elle koda hiç dokunmuyor.
İşin para kazandıran kısmı da videoda açık: siteyi videoya çevirip X'te paylaşıyor, müşteri buluyor. İlk kare önizleme resmidir, kötüyse video ölür. Kullandığı araçları etiketliyor, onlar repost atıyor.
Açıklamaya roman yazmıyor, satışı ilk yoruma saklıyor.
Ajans, şablon, aylık paket derken oyun çoktan değişti. Artık 50 bin dolarlık işi kimin yaptığı önemli değil, kimin daha önce fark ettiği önemli.
See, in the perfect world, I would be perfect, world
I don't trust people enough beyond their surface, world
I don't love people enough to put my faith in man
I put my faith in these lyrics, hoping I make a band
Hell-raising, wheel-chasing, new worldly possessions
Flesh-making, spirit-breaking, which one would you lessen?
The better part, the human heart, you love 'em or dissect 'em
Happiness or flashiness? How do you serve the question?
Anybody still arguing this in big 2026 is just ignorant. Lube is not a sign that something is wrong. It is a tool. A tool for comfort, for pleasure, for protecting what matters. Women's bodies are not machines. They do not always produce the same amount of lubrication, and that is completely normal.
Fatigue, stress, hormones, medication, cycle changes all of these affect natural lubrication. It does not mean she is not attracted to you. It does not mean she is not enjoying herself. It means she is human.
Using lube is not a failure. It is an upgrade. It makes sex better for both of you. It reduces friction. It increases pleasure. It shows that you care about her comfort and her experience.
This is Heartbreaking Story 💔💔💔......Ridge Hospital Must Sit Up.
Folks, last night I lost my wife at Ridge Hospital!’
My wife checked in at the hospital Sunday evening. She had been due for surgery Monday morning.
We agreed that I would return to the hospital in the afternoon when she would have returned from the theater.
That’s how it happened. I returned to her. She narrated the experience to me. I stayed with her till 8pm when the orderly came to ask me to leave.
When I returned the next morning, my wife had taken a turn for the worst. She was sweating profusely and was in severe pain. The change was really dramatic.
I asked her if the doctor had seen her. She said no but the nurse had given her medication earlier on. She asked me to take her to the washroom. By this time she was screaming in pain.
I managed to sit her on the WC. But as she attempted to relieve herself she suddenly went limp and crumbled onto the floor. She was unconscious.
I rushed out to seek help. A couple of nurses came in to help. She regained consciousness but she was in a terrible shape.
The next one hour was hell as there was no doctor immediately available.
After about an hour the doctor arrived. He examined my wife and asked the nurse what medication had been administered. The nurse mentioned something I don’t remember. The doctor asked if she was sure and she said yes.
The doctor then went through my wife’s folder for a few minutes.
« But I didn’t prescribe that », he said.
My heart missed a beat.
There was a back and forth between the doctor and the nurse, which attracted two other nurses.
One of the new entrants said yes, he the doctor didn’t prescribe it but another doctor did so later.
The doctor said he was going to call him right now. He walked out the room followed by the nurses.
I followed them into the lobby.
He picked the phone and called someone. From the conversation, it was clear that the other doctor had promptly admitted to prescribing the drug.
Folks, I swear by my father’s grave that my wife’s doctor said something like this.
“ I can’t believe you have done this again. This is the second time. This woman’s case is similar to the other one but you have done it again”.
Folks, at this point I started feeling very cold.
What happened next is the reason I am writing this. But for it I would never share this on social media.
As our doctor was scolding the other doctor, they nurses were laughing heartily. Even the doctor was scolding his colleague somehow jokingly.
Yes, my wife lay dying and the nurses were laughing that a doctor had apparently prescribed the wrong medication for her. I was not angry and I was not mad.
I just felt cold. Very cold.
A lot happened subsequently as they tried to save her. They prescribed some drugs which I bought. Then they prescribed some more drugs which I bought. Then they prescribed more. Then they wanted a test done which we did. Earlier, my sister-in-law who had held the fort while I went to see the kids had also been made to buy drugs.
In the end I was left alone with my wife.
At 8 pm the orderly came to ask me to leave.
I drove home filled with a huge feeling of emptiness. I could not sleep. I tossed around in bed the whole night. At around 4 am I fell asleep.
My sister-in-law was to take up the relay this morning. I was to go and teach my students and then return to replace her. We took turns taking care of my wife.
My sister-in-law called me at 6 am which is the visiting time at the hospital.
I had overslept.
“Brother Imma, are you coming? The doctors want to see you immediately”.
“I am on my way”, I lied. I hurriedly jumped into a crumpled jeans and an old Lacoste. I did not bath. I did not brush my teeth. I don’t how I drove to Ridge Hospital. My wife died at 11 pm last night, three hours after I left her.
A lady in the ward told me she collapsed and died. Just like that.
By the way, my sister-in-law told me that when she got to the ward this morning she overheard doctors and nurses arguing over “wrong medication”
I am not angry. I am sad. Deeply sad. Indescribably sad.
Folks, let’s be clear. I have no evidence that the wrong medication killed my wife. I have requested for an autopsy.
I also appreciate the efforts made by some of the nurses to save the life of my wife. One particular nurse was very kind to me and I pray God’s blessings on her.
What I cannot accept, and why I am writing this, is that health workers find it funny that the wrong medication had apparently been administered to my wife. They were laughing. It was a joke. My wife’s life was a joke.
My wife heard the whole story unfold. How did she feel lying there listening?
I kept thinking “Is my wife’s life worth so little”?
Is that all she is worth? Can’t they see she is my wife? Can’t they see me standing there listening to them?
Now I have been thinking. I am a senior public servant, the head of a public tertiary institution. If this happened to me then I shudder to think of what can happen to an ordinary person in our country.
Folks, I am not courting sympathy. I have thought carefully before posting this.
Here is the thing:
Nobody, absolutely nobody deserves to experience this. It falls far below any idea of human decency. This should never happen again.
That is why I am calling out Ridge Hospital.
I am asking you a special favor. Please, help me call out Ridge Hospital.
It is me today. It could be you tomorrow.
Please, share my post again and again till it gets to the authorities of Ridge Hospital.
Hopefully they will sit up. Hopefully they will stop treating human life like statistics. Hopefully, they will understand that every patient is a person, a wife, a husband, a mother, a father, a brother, a sister, a son, a daughter, a cousin, a grandmother and a father that is dearly beloved by someone.
Thank you.
It’s been 6 years, no justice.
Director of Ghana Institute of Languages (GIL) Dr Emmanuel Kobina Kuto heartbreaking story about medical negligence at Ridge Hospital
A woman genuinely loving you is one of the scariest things you can experience.
You comprehend for the first time how much pain and hurt you can do to a soul if you do the wrong thing.
If you are the right man, this should drive you to intense self-development; to make sure that you never lead her wrong, or misplace the gift she has given you