bleak days, hope and noise

with a sprinku of confusion

week 1 it was “I don’t know what to write”

week 2 it was “nahh, I don’t think I’m a writer”

week 3 it was “I haven't written in two weeks already, I might as well give up”

Hey there Comrade, how I’ve missed writing to you!

how have you been? I hope you’re okay wherever you’re reading this from, as for me, it feels like I’ve been trapped in a membrane of confusion, sadness and numbness for the past few weeks. I’m okay now, thanks be to God.

In my first letter to you, I listed the major reasons for not starting this newsletter publication earlier, well it seems like those reasons came back to haunt me, after my last letter i started to slither into an abyss of doubt - again.

“why do I write to you?”

to replicate the feeling of connection.

You see, there are times when I read and the first thought that comes to my head is “this person understands how I feel!” and it just gives me an immediate sense of hope and warmth, it reminds me that I’m not alone. These feelings I just described are the reasons I started, I wanted to extend them to other people in the best way I can - by writing.

You can check my About page for more info.

It is one thing to write to someone, it’s another thing for the person receiving it to want to read it and if they eventually read it what are the chances that the person would make sense of it or value it?

We live in a society with mental issues on the increase every day, people trying to out-savage the other person, and some people believe being mean and unkind equates to being woke. Honestly, there’s so much noise, hence the increased need for a form of catharsis, not to mention the overall feeling of lowkey tiredness…omoo.

I will fail my obligation as a baby girl of Christ if I do not share with you how I manage to get through and continue to thrive despite all of these, it’s by true communication with God, in Him, there is peace and calm. Music also helps to a large extent.

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While I was immersed in those bleak days, I lost touch with gratitude, I kept on dwelling on what I didn’t have and failed to acknowledge and thank God for the ones I already have. Last week sunday’s homily brought me back to my senses and I was inspired to start #7daysofThanks. For 7 days only prayers of thanksgiving will be offered, in the morning and evening. No requests, just thanks throughout. If you are interested in this exercise please feel free to join.

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Melody For Us: Creature by half.alive

Till I write to you again, dear comrade

stay jiggy, keep hope alive and as much as you can, don’t let the negatives get to you.

Zee✌🏾