
Hi Friends 🌸
It has been a while since we last spoke, like a long while and I would like to welcome you back to my blog, where we figure it out once again.
I think the past two years have been such a blur for me, I don’t know what I am doing, I don’t know where I am going. That type of misdirection can lead you to a lot of conflict, conflict with yourself, with your partner, with your family. But most importantly constant turmoil within self.
And that is how the last two years have felt like turmoil and conflict but all within self and all it did was make me quiet. I was so quiet, I had nothing to share, I had no ideas to feed to myself to keep me going, I had no words to write, my journals were empty because my heart could not take in anything that is not the commotion in my mind and heart.
I was hiding, but not from people, but from myself. I held myself hostage, kept myself off the ground. Days did not feel like days anymore, just time passing by and every moment I was hoping to just sleep because sleep was the only peace I knew.
Silence has since kept me captive because all I did was wallow in shame because on top of everything that I was feeling, I couldn’t keep my head up. Waking up for a new day was my try, I did not want to set goals, I did not want to meet with friends, I did not want to read, I did not want to chat, my thoughts were not mine and that kept me so hidden and ashamed because why couldn’t I just do better?
Why couldn’t I show up? Why did I keep disappointing myself in the ways that I did, why did I let myself down so much? What is it? Why am I in a pit and I cannot get myself out of it?
Why?
I sat for months introspecting. In and out of depression, anxiety pressing down my chest every hour of the day, my mind clouded with self-doubt constantly thinking “We are not good enough, yet again Lindi”. Day in and day out.
Sigh.
As I am writing this, I can’t say I am writing again because I have figured it out that life is okay again so I am coming out of hibernation.
I wish.
The depression is still there, the anxiety still keeps me up at night. What is different now is that I want to try again, I want to at least live a life I once knew once again. I want to feel and cry once again. I want to go out into nature and be able to appreciate that there is life in us, there is life outside of us and there will always be life. We are life.
I want to feel okay again, I am trying to be okay. Oh, to be able to wake up in the morning and try once again. To communicate and show up for my loved ones. I might not get it correct, I might let myself down again, I might let my partner down, my family down – in different ways, however they will be in a position to admit that I am much better.
I constantly yearn to see smiles on those I love based on how I love and show up for them. And that is why I want to try.
I have to try, I owe it to myself. I am trying, one day at a time, an hour at a time.
We owe it to ourselves to show up everyday friends, we might not show up our best. We might not show up as our most extravagant each day, but each day does look different and you can show any way you want.
And I need to remind myself of that every day. Not every day is the same.
I look forward to blogging and sharing again with you this year, I am not sure what content I will be sharing but I want us to connect again. I hope you have a beautiful 2025, and may God be with us on each day where we choose to show up and be with us in each moment to hope, grace, hardships and blessings.
You deserve a beautiful, meaningful life. Let’s show up.
Til next time!🙂‍↔️