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but have you ever wondered what was happening in the minds of the many nigerians who took their lives.
Arrghhhhh. I want to scream. I need a hug. I feel so exhausted. I can’t take it anymore!
You see, there are days when the weight of the world feels unbearable. Days when putting on a smile feel like lifting a thousand-pound weight. Those days, the struggle to appear “okay” becomes an exhausting facade, and behind closed doors, the pain is suffocating.
Sincerely, I would know…
I wake up, drag myself through the motions, and try to convince myself and everyone around me that I’m fine. But the truth is, I’m not. The emptiness inside me is a constant, gnawing presence, and no matter how hard I try to fight it, it never goes away.
It’s in the quiet moments, when the distractions fade, that the darkness creeps in the most. It’s in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep because my mind won’t stop racing with blank thoughts that spiral out of control. It’s when the silence is deafening, and the loneliness feels like it’s swallowing me whole.
I need a hug, a genuine embrace that tells me I’m not alone. I need someone to sit with me in my darkness, without trying to fix me, just being…
