Author: Oh!Hey,Reality!

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Nov 16

Perspective

Saturday, I woke up with a knot in the pit of my stomach. I guess the resolution to step out of the shadows of my family was giving me major anxiety. I spent so many years downplaying not only my emotions but also, my ability to face the truth about my family. I did not…

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Nov 9

Step One

In my last blog, I talked about taking responsibility for my problems. I discovered l had been going through life with ‘victim’ inscribed on my forehead.  Because of my hurtful past, I wholeheartedly believed my life would always be a struggle. To acknowledge the part I have played in creating my current situation gave me…

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  In the midst of feeling sorry for myself, my pity party was brought to a halt by a revelation masquerading as an introspective question: what if this is self-generated suffering? An electrical surge rushed through my body obliterating all tension. My mind became silent, then, my breath adopted a harmonious cadence.This is kind of…

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Oct 18

Stuck

The past couple of weeks have been dreadful. Ambushed by depression, I feel stuck. My battle with depression and anxiety is a grueling process that requires awareness and healthy daily routines. I cannot afford to sit around basking in nothingness since being idle provides a playground for nefarious thoughts. Therefore, I do my best to…

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After facing some of my most critical beliefs, I emerged out of the therapy room with some pep in my step: a mix of a frolic in the meadow and Rocky’s ascent up those famous steps. I had done it. I felt empowered. Bye, stupid false beliefs!! You’re not gonna get me again….Haha!!!! Then, I…

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Something strange happened during my last therapy session, I faced a buried part of me: my false beliefs. I assumed such exercise would leave me even more disheartened, but I was wrong, I actually embraced the hard truth. I walked in the room anxious as usual- emotional purging is never easy- I never know what…

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Sep 13

Selfish

I may have been ten or eleven years old, the first time my mother called me ‘selfish’. I was unaware she was being critical, her facial expression did not tip me off; she had the gift of sarcasm. ‘Selfish’ was hurled at me throughout my childhood and my teenage years. Although I learned the meaning…

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“The last breakdown”- quite a bold statement, isn’t it? What are the implications? Is that declaration enough for change to take place? Silly me! Without action, it’s just a thought. Where do I begin? Damn! This “standing up for yourself” shit is daunting for a people pleaser like me. I spent the following four days…

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https://ohheyreality.wordpress.com/ Tuesday was inexplicably harsh, my anxiety was so high, I spent the entire day ruminating and worrying. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety five years ago,  the debilitating feeling of shame forced me into isolation. My sister was the only person that stood by me when my family abandoned me, but our relationship…