Bits of me, pieces of life

I remember walking into a friend's house. Then, I see their baby crying. I reached out, asked if I could comfort her. But the mother said "No, no... let her cry, she's so stupid," she said. For a moment I thought to myself, babies have hearts too. They feel things, they remember. And that kind of coldness leaves marks. We may not see it now, but this is how trauma begins. That loneliness, that abandonment it plants seeds of pain that grow in silence. Yes, even a child can be traumatized even before they know what the word means. Trauma is the emotional response to distressing experiences. It's not just about what happens, it's about what it does to you inside. It can be abuse, neglect, grief, a cold shoulder, a sharp comment that echoes for years, even silence when you needed love the most. It stays. It shapes you. And it hurts in ways most people will never see.  I've lived it too... I remember a time my cousin looked at me and said, “Go to your mom’s gra...

 I remember that night as if it were last night, January 27. I was in my sleep trying to wake up, but my body refused to listen. I couldn't move nor speak. I could hear the sound of my breath labored but it wasn't enough. I wanted to scream, call out, escape but the silence around me felt suffocating. Its as if someone was holding me back to sleep. Some people call it sleep paralysis, it's the unexpected. You can't go to bed ready for it because, you never know when it will happen... it comes naturally.  That night, felt like a decade. It was so strange, the inabillity to move but you can feel your existence. It's like you're fighting for  your last breath on earth, like someone telling you stay with me  just one more time please Melania. But you are already gone, I felt pressure in my chest,  its a very terrifying experience. It's not just the terrfying sensation of being held down. It's a memory of of people I lost, people I mistreated and words I neve...

This could be a little of my life I want to share with you guys 😂. I assume there are times were you honestly just want to know about people’s business right. What they do for a living, the relationship they in, what they love and stuffs like that, right ? So here is the business you want to stick your nose into. I just woke up a bit happy and I wanted to share a little something about this man. He isn’t just a man, but he is a Godly man, a reader and a writer just like me. His name doesn’t even matter at this point because I’m shy. All along, someone is now full of no wonder she does this, does that… I am not so hopeful when it comes to relationships. I detach easily, and the bad thing I ghost men. I don’t like seeing men happy… You thought this was about my man right 😭. This is about how I am gonna have beef with men forever. Let’s be honest men are not nice people, I can’t come on here and teach you everything. If they force me, I could even accept a thousand men and let them ques...

 Have you ever noticed, that whenever you approach that one person you smile for no apparent reason ? Deep down you feel the connection with the person, be it your boyfriend, friend, workmate or maybe your cousin... it's like they know what is in your mind. And yes, their appearance make you smile, get goosebumps and you just think to yourself how lucky you are to actually have crossed paths with them . Sometimes even when they cross your mind, you just smile. We get flashbacks and we just think of how we are trully blessed to have this people in our lives.Could this be our safe space ? In a world that often feels overwhelming, filled with constant noise, expectations, and stress, we all yearn for something deeper something more grounding. We seek a place where we can just breathe, where we can take off our armor and simply be. But what if that safe space isn’t a location at all? What if, instead, it’s the people who surround us the ones who make us feel understood, seen, and loved...

There was a time I was caught in a trap, and girl, I’ll never forget it. I was sitting there, scrolling through my phone, and suddenly ping, ping, ping  five notifications from five different guys. And what did they all have in common? “Babe.” Yep, you read that right. All of them calling me babe. I was sitting there laughing to myself because, honestly, I didn’t even know who had actually accepted me into their lives at this point. Funny, right? But also… kind of terrifying. Here I was, caught in the whirlwind of the talking stage, where no one was really my official anything, but everyone had a claim on me. Welcome to the chaos of modern dating, where labels are fuzzy, and everyone’s trying to figure out what’s happening, I am part of the fun too. For those who’ve somehow avoided the term (lucky you), let’s break it down. The talking stage is when you’re not quite dating, but you’re also not “just friends.” It’s those few weeks or months where you text constantly, exchange storie...