Reader, writing makes me come alive, it makes me feel useful and that in my small way I am leaving my mark on this big world but telling people how I really feel scares me, it makes me feel inadequate and vulnerable.

It is like both ends of a yardstick, there is a me communicating to you what I think is right and then a me that would rather say I am fine when there is a war going on in my mind.

This might invalidate whatever it is you have read from me, but I want you to know that I wrote it from the heart and everything I ever told you on here was true. It is my first time getting personal with you, and I can not explain how vulnerable I feel.

But you know what gives me joy, that I am able to be vulnerable and tell you that sometimes I feel like a freak, sometimes I wake up, look at myself in the mirror and there is someone staring at me that I do not even recognize.

It is easy to lose yourself in the moment reader, to do away with bad energy for a while, always keep yourself busy so that you do not acknowledge who you are at the moment.

It is also easy to hope that tomorrow you will be better, and work harder, maybe look better in the mirror too, why? Because it is what keeps us going, the idea that we will always be better than we are right now…

You know what is not promised though, TOMORROW, OR SOME OTHER TIME

It hurt when I learned that, I can not just be lazy or procrastinate, show love, be happy, eat right, smile more and so many other things tomorrow, I have to do it now, it is all I got, it is all you got, this moment right now…

So when you look in the mirror and you wonder who is staring at you, go wash your face and look again because you have to get it right this time, in this moment…the next moment is not promised.

Thank you for reading through🥰 I hope you learnt something😎 See you next week Reader, I’ll miss you🥺 Don’t forget to share with someone