First night my grandmother spent in her grave, I couldn’t sleep. I wasn’t even there but I was like this in my bedroom all night, imagining. It’s only being called performative online now because people have shoved camera in their faces and are not allowing them privacy to grieve
I pushed not just 1 but 3 babies overnight, 3kg, 3.5kg and 4kg, all boys don't be stingy with your congratulations 💃💃💃🏿💃🏿💃🏿💃🏿
I survived the labour room
Birth control is poison for our bodies honestly. Soul crushing depression, mood swings, messes with your appetite, skin, weight… nothing is left unaltered and even if you stop taking it, it takes a while to reverse the damage
Turns out, if you get good grades and learn to hold your sh*t together because you’re not to cause a scene, you can raw dog ADHD until Perimenopause sends you into a full-blown Menty B.
“Oh, you love to read? You should join our book club!”
But you see the problem is I don’t want to be told what to read, because then I automatically don’t want to read it.
More than half of Nigerian immigrants in Canada screen positive for clinical depression.
Not homesickness. Not stress. Clinical depression. Measured. Peer reviewed. Published.
The risk does not go down the longer you stay. It goes up.
The japa conversation is about getting there.
What happens after you arrive and the adrenaline wears off is a conversation we are not having.
Are we talking about this enough or are we still calling it a spiritual problem?
Le dije a mi madre que no entendía por qué me afectaban tanto las cosas y me contestó “tu mundo es tan pequeño que cualquier cosa que pasa en él es grande”.