Mama, I’m sorry. I am not the perfect daughter you have always dreamed of. Instead I am your nightmare. Praying to God for me While I squeeze your heart, till it begins to bleed black You approach me with kindness Your words melting into my ears, But mama, I am broken. I can never be … Continue reading self hate blame
Month: November 2017
talking about mental health in an African home.
This is a topic that we do not discuss in my house. At all. I have always wanted to talk to my parents about my mental health. Yet, every time my feet are ready to move, they are glued to the floor. And every time I am ready to speak, my mouth becomes dry and … Continue reading talking about mental health in an African home.