So I woke up today and thought to myself to make a post, but I donāt even know how to start. Itās been so overwhelming, and thatās been my reality for two weeks. Iād open Hive, and close it again. Not because I had nothing to say, but because life was saying everything at once. But if I wait till I have the perfect words, Iāll never show up š So here I am; Messy and recovering.
So, where have I been?
My sister, my gist partner, my wardrobe manager š and fight partner got married last week š The weeks leading up were chaos in the best way: Asoebi drama, endless market runs, fittings that never fit, meetings that ran into midnight. I was part planner, part errand girl, part hype woman and content creator š trust me nobody forced me to. I just felt I could do everything. During the pre wedding and market runs, my body gave me signs to rest but I was too stubborn and gave excuses of āIāll rest after everythingā but my body forced me to rest. I fell sick due to stress and the weather didnāt help either. I got better and continued with the preparations.
Then the wedding day came and it rained. Not the cute āGod is blessing the unionā drizzle. Iām talking full Nollywood, thunder and lightning, soak-you-to-the-bone kind of rain š We had two choices: panic or dance. We chose dance. Shoes off, makeup dripping, guests laughing, bride glowing anyway. Although we danced after the rain stopped and was just drizzling. It was the most imperfect perfect day. If youāve never danced in the rain in your full asoebi, you havenāt lived.
My body waved the white flag again. Right in the middle of all that wedding adrenaline, I crashed. Stress plus cold plus running around equals to Testimony down š„² I managed to take some meds but didnāt recover fully before packing my bag to travel back to my state of deployment š©anyways thank God Iāll be done with the whole NYSC thingy. That trip finished me. Got to my station and it was as if my body was not in the room with me.
The last two weeks has been recovery mode. Iāve been in this weird cycle: sleep, try to be a functioning adult, crash again, antibiotics, hot water, herbal tea and movies š And somewhere in that cycle, I got used to silence. Iād come on Hive, scroll through your posts, vote, smile at the comments. But creating? Replying with my full chest? I couldnāt. My brain felt foggy. Writing felt like lifting a bag of cement.
But Iām better now; not dancing-on-tables better, but I-can-type-this-without-napping better š
stronger, clearer, and very ready to rejoin the timeline.
If youāve ever had to disappear to handle life, you get it. If youāre in that season now, this is me saying: itās okay to pause. Just donāt forget to come back.
With love and small energy š¤
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