Life with Las B...

  I have a love-hate relationship with my birthdays Crazy? I know.  The excitement, enthusiasm and all - far from me.  That's why I never post - In Addy to me. Nor, post - *"I'm plus 1 today"* Left for me, I'd disappear offline. Turn off my phone. Sleep. Wake up. Eat bread. Sleep again. But that would be rude to my amazing friends who celebrate me yearly. *Why do I feel this way?* Probably cos I always set these milestones for myself. And when I'm not hitting them, and it's another year round the calendar, I feel like shit. Almost underperforming if I should use the word. Phew... 2022 - 22 years Mehn, nka na-abịa. Someone is aging, lmao Using this Snapchat old-age filter, because what is Chinenye, without a lirru weirdness Happy Birthday, Chinenye Anikwenze.

  THE THINGS NO ONE TELLS YOU ABOUT GRIEF It envelopes you like a cloud. Follows you like a shadow.  On the sunny days, it lurks but is invisible. But gloomy days, it rears its ugly head piercing where it hurts the most. You are okay. But you are NOT You start questioning what could have been... How different everything would have all been.  I truly deeply wish it was different.  Some days, I shed silent tears that my mother would never come for Ọmụgwọ for me Some days, I feel the loss so deep and count the missed experiences. Others days, you breathe and exist through it. Live. The years actually doesn't make it better . It's even as if you're more aware of fragile mortality as you age. Grief... A permanent company . Always around. Won't ever leave as long as the loss occurred. It's been 12 years , Mummy. Keep resting, ezigbo Nne m Gone but never forgotten🤍🤍