On Men, Suicide and Mental Health. Warning!! Might. Be. Triggering

Eighteen years ago I lost one of my three elder brothers to suicide. It was a Tuesday morning when I got the Call from my eldest brother. He called me on my friend's Phone because I had put off my phone trying to block out the noise of the world. Something I used to do occassionally...  

The night before this call, I had texted my eldest brother Cobz off my friend's phone informing him to reach me through her if he or any family member needed to. It was as if my spirit new that night, that I would need to be reached out to with some big news... But nothing could have prepared me for what was to come. The conversation went like this:

THE REBIRTH

In My Grown Woman Era

It has been a minute.... In fact, more than a minute since we last blogged. (2017) to be exact. And yes I know some of you missed the blogging (like two of you asked why I stopped ☺) and I appreciate all of you that used to take the time to read my thoughts penned down. To be honest I didn't really think people actually read my posts or that they cared, so when I stopped blogging I didn't feel like it was a big deal. However, over the years I would meet people who knew me from blogging and they would tell me how an article spoke to tem or inspired them and I would be humbled, but still wasn't motivated to write. And eventually in the subsequent blogs we shall get into the why and what that journey has been like. Anyway, all this to say, I have missed all of you (the ones who used to read the posts). I have been through so much transformation over the last 8 years as you can imagine.