Pain feels different now. Not louder, just deeper. It hums beneath the skin, pulsing like a low-grade fever that never quite breaks. A grief without ceremony. A heartbreak without closure. It’s the ache of being in love with someone who…
It’s not about being dramatic. It’s about being radically honest. I hated how gruesome my evolution had to be. I can list the achievements and name drop like a Nollywood end credits scroll but none of it saved me from myself.
I remember sitting across from my therapist during one of those deep, soul-searching sessions. We were knee-deep in a conversation about career and fulfillment, two words that felt like strangers to each other in my world. He looked at me…