Depression, Wounds & New Beginnings


Long time no see loves! How are you all doing? Can you believe that it’s already September? 3 more months to the end of 2018, so make the most of it honey! Since I am trying to make the most of mine, I finally decided to cut the excuses and give the blog a slight but much needed face-lift(mostly on the header & in the menu). Thank you for bearing with me despite my inconsistency. Moving forward, there will be a new post every Wednesday/Friday so stay tuned! 🙂

One of my favorite bloggers happens to be Jackson Biko and I have spent some time reading his blog, particularly after I finished his book, Drunk, which left me with a serious hangover (no pun intended)! I read quite a number of his posts back-to-back but one specific post stood out for me. Not because it is the best of his work but because of the hard truths he talks about from the first hand perspective of his interviewee, a man who has been through IT. A man who hit rock bottom but still managed to rise. Biko’s work and the stories he shares are the kind that make you take a step back, rethink and reassess life. They make you reflect and peel off different layers of yourself, one at a time, to reveal a more grateful you.

In that specific post, the interviewee talks about his battle with sex addiction and depression. From being molested as a child to losing his son and wanting to take his own life. He talks about the struggles he fought and how they led him to dig deeper into who he was and what he had become in order for him to understand where those struggles rooted from. He reveals how he uncovered those roots and started chopping them off, one at a time. At 40, he talks about mental illness and how people like him who seem strong and successful suffer in silence because they are too afraid or embarrassed to seek help.

You cannot heal what you do not reveal.

His story reminded me a lot of someone I know, someone who believes that he must be a “man”, that he must be tough and strong, even when he is eye to eye with loss and pain. That he cannot suffer from depression or addiction and that if he does, then he is weak. A man who battles with his demons everyday but finds means to silence them, and more often than not, the said means are destructive. A man who seems to believe that he is the only one going through it, not knowing that there are more people like him who managed to come out on the other side. Please read that post if you haven’t yet and you can thank me later! 🙂

I gave the blog a face-lift, not just for it to look good and have more content, but also for it to be a platform where we learn to care for ourselves, where we uncover our wounds and clean them up, where we can be our true and authentic selves—living vicariously through no one. I hope you choose to stick around and enjoy this new journey with me. 🙂

Love & Love. ♥



One Comment Add yours

  1. Thuita J. Maina says:

    Wambui, this is a nice story. Kudos!


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