We live in the age of highlights
Smiles are uploaded , struggles are archived
Strength is filtered , pain is cropped
But mental health does not live in captions
It lives in the quiet spaces , between
Expectations and exhaustion , faith and fear
Success and silence
I learned this the hard way
There was a time…
POEM:
Do you remember?
When we laughed without fear,
The days of milk and honey
Back when we lived for today
Never afraid of tomorrow
Smiles decorated our child like faces
As we twirled and danced our fears away
Offsprings of love and peace
Naive to the world and its rage
We held on to hope
Never letting the sun…
It’s past midnight.
I’m on the edge of my bed.
The only sounds…
my pounding heart
and my grandmother’s
ancient clock.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
It’s almost deafening.
Maybe I should sleep.
But what if I don’t wake up?
I can’t close my eyes.
My mind is just dancing to fear.
I’ve given myself a racing heart
just by thinking.
I wish I’d said nothing
when…
I am Joyce Mojapelo, 33 years old, and my life’s journey has been shaped by both deep loss and incredible restoration. I grew up in a warm, loving home with both my parents. My father was gentle and kind; my mother was strict yet deeply caring, generous, and protective….
Western medicine has become extremely popular. It is well known that such medicine is used for the slightest biological faults in efforts to restore some form of biological and physiological balance. The intake varies from headache medication to medication for chronic pain and for mental health related illnesses.
The indulgence…