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Emotions

I HAD A MENTAL MELTDOWN

Last weekend, I had a mental health meltdown; the first since 2018. It was unexpected and very hard. I have bottled up a lot of emotions and stress over time, I guess my body could not take it any longer. I lost sleep, I was anxious and in panic mode. My head throbbed. My body trembled every hour. I had dizzy spells and had a blackout at a time. My chest constricted. I was withdrawn from a couple of people and also aggressive to some people. To majority of people ‘online’, I put up a face of happiness. It looked all good. But I was losing my mind. I honestly imagined a lot about being ‘gone’ once and for all… YET…

THE REAL IMPACT OF UNSTABLE RELATIONSHIPS

Most people think that investing time and resources working on their romantic relationships is not the most productive use of their time. The amazing thing is that most of us have not taken out time to count the cost of an emotionally unstable romantic relationship on our productivity and personal peace of mind

TO BE VULNERABLE OR NOT TO BE.

TO BE VULNERABLE OR NOT TO BE.
If you have followed my journey in the last 10 years, you will agree with me that I have been brutally open about a lot of things in my life and private space too. Book after book, I have documented so many wins and my pitfalls. This has come with some glory and also without the absence of recruiting new enemies. Somehow, my openness has exposed me to ardent blackmail and hate and unlimited backstabbing. I never knew there’s a word that identifies with THE IMPACT OF ACCEPTANCE OR REJECTION BASED ON YOUR VULNERABILITY.

I HAD A FORMER SISTER

On September 10th, 1992 (we lived in Bauchi town at that time), our former kid sister died from complications of measles. It was devastating, to say the least. Her name was IFEOLUWAPO ABIGAIL OBAFEMI. From the moment she died, our family foundation was shaken for a long time. Dad was really heartbroken. His ‘mini woman’ was gone. Mum was inconsolable. Her ‘reward’ was gone. I do not know how my brothers mourned her. They were only 11 years old. I was just almost 13 years old at the time, a month to 13. I recall being blank. I did not associate the death to any feelings for a very long time until sometime February 1993 when I was a boarding student at United Faith Tabernacle College, Jos. Plateau State