The past two weeks of my life have been the most traumatic and trying period of my adult life.
I quit my job.
I left my church.
I cut out everybody and started living the lonely life that I’ve always nursed in my skull vs head.
Don’t be scared about me jor. I am fine. Very fine sef.
I decided to start life all over again and gather the remaining pieces left of myself.
I hated that job passionately but I stayed for 5 years, and 3 months because I wasn’t sure of what I wanted from life. I stayed because I had no direction, no focus, no career goals, and was living life like a robot. One day at a time. Laziness induced complacency if there is any English like that.
It was very obvious I didn’t belong in that place but I desperately tried to fit myself in. I was trying to fit in so hard just because I’ve been a church girl all my life so the idea of working in a church seemed cool and looked okay as per the Pastor’s kid that I am.
It did me more harm than harm. Lolzzzzzz. Don’t mind me jare. Just kidding and should probably delete this part but I won’t edit anything from here. I will write as it comes to my big head.
For a better part of my stay there, it felt like I was trapped in a box without any form of air to breathe. The day I finally broke free and left, I wasn’t in the right frame of mind. I just knew that I was done for good.
It was like a veil was removed from my eyes and I was no longer the Abigael I’ve lived with all my life.
Chaiiiiiiiiii. Anger is a very dangerous master. God help you if the anger hits you in your Achilles heels. Nobody will save you from yourself. Na Gobe be that o.
That day, the anger in my bowels made it feel like I was choking and would die if I didn’t leave that office that day. When this feeling of helplessness engulfed me, I packed all my things and left within 30 minutes. In fact, it was in 27 minutes, 16 seconds exactly. Yes. I know because I was using a timer.
The manner of exit was crazy which I sincerely regret but that was me putting myself first for the first time in my entire life. I left because didn’t want to die!
Anyways, this is not the story of the job that I gambled with. I hate it anyway so no hard feelings there. I am sorry I deviated from the subject matter. 😆
Scratch that and dump it in the bin.
Nah. There’s no known subject matter jare.
It is midnight here in this part of the world and sleep is very far from my eyes…I am shining my eyes sharp like an abandoned torch light that aboki is using to point at Suya for his customers.💡
I haven’t stepped my legs outside my house in two weeks and I’ve been surviving well. I’ve just been eating, sleeping, meditating, attending my classes online, and planning my life in the right direction this time around. Doing what I love.
I don’t know why I am writing this here but I just need to unburden my heart. Many players are struggling for the ball in my head and there’s no one to talk to. Writing makes me forget that I have a shitty life. No job. No money. No fears. Little anxiety. Plenty of peace of mind.
Don’t be like Abigael.
Be like Jesus.
Vote for Peter Obi.
I am out of here and may probably not post this. If I do post it…so sorry I had to bother you with my problems that shouldn’t be problems if I dare to make lemonade out of the bread that life tossed at my feet.
I will see you at the TOP!!!