Please read and comment on this @bellanaija article about my return to Nigeria.
Stir fried vegetable quinoa. I’m exhausted. I can barely eat. Too damn hot to cook in this country. It’s good though. I’m going to look at it some more and then take a nap.
I’ve been loved and I’ve loved hard but never in it, always just off to the side. Always just a circling the drain. I never fell. On the outside looking in. I was never pushed. I figured out what “normal” looked like in a relationship and I tried to emulate it as best I could. When I slipped,…
OH MY GOD
Yes, I was thinking of Gnarls Barkley when I wrote this. Why do you ask?
Also, this is my latest for XOJane.com discussing my life living with bipolar II disorder. It’s the most honest I’ve been about this. I usually tend to get clinical and distant but this time, I wanted to really try and understand what happens in this brain of mine.
Things I forgot I wrote
Part of the reason why my article for XOJane was so difficult for me was because of how raw it was. I think over the years, due to my career as a performer, how to give people a very little and make them feel like they’re getting everything. I did it on twitter and I do it on blog on occasion. You…
Things I forgot I wrote but really needed to read. Wow.
It is important to talk to someone impartial who listens with no ulterior motives. I like to talk and share. I do that through different mediums. To me therapy was like tweeting outloud. You do have to be comfortable and it will take you a few tries. Dont feel compelled to stay with a therapist if you Dont click. What’s important is your freedom and safety and process towards healing. Try to relax and consider the help you need and be kind to yourself.
I found it a few weeks ago. I will repost it as soon as I can get to a computer.
I need to stop forgetting that I’m a brave girl. A woman who follows her heart even if it leads her off a cliff. I know I’m strong enough to climb back up, dust myself off, laugh at the ridiculous of it all and still find room in my heart to allow someone to enter. I need to stop forgetting that…
Finding old posts upon my return to tumblr.