It was just one of the many times I spent in the casino. It was a year since I suspected that a depression relapse was imminent. It was exactly a month since my nervous breakdown.
Today, despite the sum total of everything that has happened to me so far in South Africa, as a naturalized South African, currently ongoing taxi strike included, not forgetting how I feel about them, I realized that I am proud to be South African. It’s not something I express openly because I know that at…… Continue reading Proudly South African despite #TaxiStrike
Diamonds couldn’t be my best friends. I didn’t have the fortune to afford them and the men in my life were less fortunate so they couldn’t give me diamonds either. The lack of fortune still holds true. Luckily, I am not crazy about jewels. I’d take them if they are there for the taking but…… Continue reading A girl’s best friends
On the 1st of May, I took on Dr. Martina’s 16-Day Mindful Reset Challenge. I should have shared my feedback earlier as she did (here) but I was working on my other WIPs and I couldn’t finalize this post although I was making notes each day. I guess this post is more for me than…… Continue reading Mindful Challenge Feedback
Here’s the thing: I do love hubby. He’s a great dad to my little princess. He yells at her and flicks (in place of smacks) her when she’s naughty. He’s the strict one but he is very loving and the little one is a daddy’s girl. He loves me, too, I believe. However, when you’ve…… Continue reading Love in a committed relationship
I am utterly piqued by people’s impertinence. Soon, I can officially say that my nerves are shot. It’s not that I’d like that. Not even for some dramatic effect, no! I have to forgive myself for tossing out (temporarily) my positively sunny disposition. I am not perfect. No one is. But, impudence doesn’t become me…… Continue reading Piqued by people
Sometimes, you can’t help but write. Writing what’s inside your head is almost a matter of life and death. To not write is to suppress emotions. And those emotions are most probably bursting to get out. Bottling up emotions isn’t a good thing because we know what happens when we deny ourselves of the real…… Continue reading Writing Emotions