Over the weekend I encountered a very interesting taxi driver. Young guy very inquisitive. When I hailed the taxi on the app and I called the driver, I was met with a very pleasant voice on the other end of the phone. I provided directions to my pick up location which he found with ease.
“So when are you going back to therapy?” A friend of mine asked on a call this week. I laughed it off. “Are you hinting at something?”I retorted with a chuckle. “No, I am not, but there was just a genuine glow about you and…” I was busy laughing and didn’t listen to the rest
2019 has been a whirlwind of things. Emotionally I have been ripped to pieces and steadily pieced back together again. The process is still incomplete. I have had conversations with people and myself showing me how much more work I have ahead of me to restore my emotional and mental health. My past has played
I was craving some fiction after reading two non-fiction books in January and I finally got a book that I have fought to put down. The Woman Next Door by Yewande Omotoso shares the story of two octogenarian widows who can’t stand each other until an event compels them to change. These women have faced