Stress Management

10/05/2026

BROKEN, BUT BREATHING
She loved him in a way that felt endless.
Not the kind of love that hesitates or holds back—but the kind that gives without fear. She gave him her time, her laughter, her quiet moments, and the parts of her heart she had never shown anyone else. With him, she felt safe. With him, she believed she had found something real.
And for a while, it was.
Her days were brighter because of him. Even the simplest message from him could light up her entire world. She would read his words over and over again, smiling like someone who had finally found where she belonged.
But love, no matter how beautiful, can sometimes carry the seeds of pain.
The day everything changed did not come with a warning.
It was a quiet evening when he stood in front of her, distant in a way she had never seen before. His eyes no longer held the warmth she had grown used to. Instead, there was something cold… something final.
“I don’t think this is working anymore,” he said.
At first, the words didn’t make sense. They hung in the air between them, heavy and unreal. She searched his face, hoping to find a trace of the man she loved—but he was already gone, even before he turned away.
And just like that, her world fell apart.
That night, she lay in her bed staring at the ceiling, unable to close her eyes. Sleep refused to come. Her thoughts moved in circles, replaying every moment, every word, every memory they had shared.
Her phone rested beside her, and every few minutes, she reached for it, hoping… waiting.
But it remained silent.
The silence hurt more than anything.
Tears slipped down her cheeks, quiet at first, then uncontrollable. She turned to her side, clutching her pillow tightly as if it could somehow hold her together. But nothing could.
That was the beginning.
The days that followed blurred into each other. Morning came, but it brought no relief. Night fell, but it only deepened the pain. She found herself crying at the smallest things—songs, memories, even the emptiness of her room.
Everywhere she looked, she saw him.
In the messages she couldn’t delete.
In the photos she couldn’t stop opening.
In the dreams she wished she didn’t have.
She tried to be strong, but grief does not listen to strength.
Standing in front of her mirror one day, she barely recognized the person staring back at her. Her eyes were swollen, her face tired, her spirit… drained.
“What did I do wrong?” she whispered.
The question echoed in the silence.
“Why wasn’t I enough?”
There was no answer.
And that hurt the most.
She began to feel lost—not just without him, but without herself. The world around her continued as if nothing had changed. People laughed, cars moved, life carried on.
But inside her, everything had stopped.
She walked through her days like a shadow, present but not truly living. The things that once brought her joy no longer mattered. Even breathing sometimes felt like a burden.
At her lowest point, she sat alone in the darkness of her room, her phone lying untouched beside her. There were no more tears left to cry, only a heavy emptiness she couldn’t escape.
She didn’t know what to do anymore.
She didn’t know how to move forward.
But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something remained.
A small, quiet strength.
It wasn’t loud. It didn’t demand attention. But it was there—steady, patient, waiting.
One morning, sunlight slipped through her window, gently filling her room. She opened her eyes, not because she wanted to—but because she had to.
For a moment, she just sat there.
Breathing.
The pain was still there, but it felt… different. Softer, somehow. Like a wound that had stopped bleeding, even if it hadn’t fully healed.
She stood up slowly and walked to the mirror again. This time, she didn’t ask any questions. She didn’t cry.
She simply looked at herself.
And for the first time in a long while, she didn’t turn away.
Healing did not come all at once.
It came in small, quiet steps.
Opening her curtains.
Stepping outside into the sunlight.
Letting go of messages she once held onto.
Writing down her thoughts instead of drowning in them.
There were still hard days. Days when the memories came rushing back, when the pain felt fresh all over again. But those days no longer lasted forever.
Little by little, she began to find herself again.
Not the same person she used to be—but someone stronger. Someone who had known pain and survived it.
One evening, she stood outside, watching the sun set slowly across the sky. The air was calm, the world peaceful in a way she hadn’t noticed before.
She took a deep breath.
She was still healing.
Still broken in some places.
But she was breathing.
And for the first time, that felt like enough.

26/04/2026

BROKEN BUT BREATHING. LOVE CAN ALSO BE BITTER.

She did not fall in love slowly.
She fell the way rain falls during a storm suddenly, heavily, without asking for permission.
He became her morning thought and her last whisper at night. His voice carried warmth that wrapped around her like safety, like home. With him, she laughed louder, smiled brighter, and believed—truly believed—that she had finally found something that would last.
She gave him pieces of herself she had once protected.
Her softness.
Her fears.
Her dreams.
And he took them gently at first.
Until he didn’t.
Love didn’t leave all at once. It faded quietly, like a dying flame. The late-night calls became shorter. The messages came slower. The affection… thinner.
She noticed.
Of course she did.
But love has a dangerous way of making you stay even when your heart is already being prepared for breaking.
“Maybe he’s just busy,” she told herself.
“Maybe I’m overthinking.”
But deep down, something inside her already knew the truth.
It came on an ordinary evening.
No thunder. No warning. No dramatic storm.
Just a simple sentence that shattered everything.
“I don’t think this is working anymore.”
The words didn’t hit her immediately. They floated in the air, unreal, almost harmless.
Until they landed.
Her chest tightened. Her throat went dry. She searched his face desperately, helplessly for a sign that he didn’t mean it.
But his eyes… his eyes had already left her.
“Please…” she whispered, her voice barely holding together.
“What did I do?”
He didn’t answer.
And somehow, that silence was louder than the breakup itself.
He turned and walked away, leaving her standing there still, frozen, like someone who had just watched their world collapse in slow motion.
That night was unbearable.
She lay on her bed, staring into darkness that felt endless. Her phone rested beside her like a fragile hope she refused to let go of.
Every few minutes, she picked it up.
Nothing.
No message. No call. No explanation.
Just silence.
The kind of silence that presses against your chest until breathing feels like work.
Her tears came slowly at first—one after the other—until they turned into something uncontrollable. She buried her face in her pillow, trying to muffle the sound of her own heartbreak.
But pain does not stay quiet.
It echoed through her.
The days that followed were worse.
Because life didn’t stop.
The sun still rose. People still laughed. The world moved on… as if nothing had happened.
But inside her, everything had.
She became a stranger to herself.
She would sit for hours, staring at nothing, lost in memories that refused to fade. She reread old messages, tracing every word like they held answers she had missed.
“I love you.”
“I’ll never leave you.”
“You mean everything to me.”
The words felt like lies now.
Or maybe they were truths that simply didn’t last long enough.
She stopped sleeping properly. Nights became her enemy. The moment the world grew quiet, her thoughts grew louder.
That’s when the questions came.
“What did I do wrong?”
“Why wasn’t I enough?”
“Why did he stop loving me?”
She asked them over and over again… as if repetition would somehow create an answer.
But it never did.
One afternoon, she stood in front of her mirror.
For a long time, she just stared.
Her eyes were swollen. Her face looked tired. But it wasn’t just physical—it was deeper than that. Something inside her had dimmed.
She touched her face gently, like she was trying to recognize the person she had become.
“Who are you now?” she whispered.
Her voice cracked.
And just like that, she broke again.
She slid to the floor, her back against the wall, her knees pulled close to her chest as quiet sobs escaped her lips.
There was no one to hold her.
No one to answer her.
No one to tell her she would be okay.
And that… that was the hardest part.
Loneliness.
Not the kind where you are alone in a room—but the kind where you feel alone in the world.
Days passed.
Then weeks.
At some point, the tears didn’t come as often—not because the pain was gone, but because she had cried so much, her body no longer knew how to release it.
She became numb.
Empty.
Just existing.
Until one morning something changed.
It wasn’t dramatic.
There was no sudden happiness. No miracle moment.
Just sunlight.
Soft, quiet sunlight slipping through her window, touching her face as she lay there.
She opened her eyes slowly.
For a moment, she didn’t move.
She just breathed.
And somehow, that breath felt different.
Still heavy but possible.
She sat up, slowly, like someone learning how to live again. Her body felt tired, but not defeated.
Not completely.
She walked to the mirror again.
This time, she didn’t cry.
She didn’t ask questions.
She simply looked at herself and for the first time in a long while, she stayed.
Healing didn’t come as a wave.
It came in whispers.
In small decisions.
Opening the curtains.
Stepping outside.
Letting the air touch her skin.
Deleting a message she had read a hundred times.
Each step felt impossible… until it wasn’t.
Some days, she still broke down.
Some nights, she still missed him.
But those moments no longer consumed her entirely.
They passed.
And slowly—very slowly—she began to understand something she couldn’t see before:
It wasn’t that she wasn’t enough.
It was that he wasn’t meant to stay.
One evening, she stood outside, watching the sky stretch into shades of gold and orange. The wind brushed gently against her skin, carrying a calm she had forgotten existed.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
For the first time, it didn’t hurt as much.
She was still healing.
Still carrying pieces of pain.
But she was no longer lost.
She was finding her way back step by step, breath by breath.
She was still broken…
But she was breathing.
And this time
That was enough.

03/04/2026

31/03/2026

Good afternoon everyone. We are all going through different forms of stress. We need to be very careful of how we handle issues, In order not to add more stress to ourselves.

24/03/2026

Hello Everyone. How was your day?

12/07/2024

My Condolences To All Those That Are Victims, Directly and Indirectly In Jos.
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So today a distant friend of mine was affected after the school collapse.

I have been in mourning ever since I got the news. I called him immediately after I heard the rumors to confirm. He told me he had not heard anything and was going to rush there to confirm.

The call ended shortly after.

I quickly made calls to a friend of mine who lived close and she told me she was at work, but heard the news about the collapse.

I called my friend again and he told me it was true. He was at the scene staring at the collapsed school building.

He said to me.

"Praises, I never see my daughter. I still the look around for her. I still the search. I never see her."

He later called me back and told me they just brought out her body.

"She don go. My daughter don go bro."

I didn't know when I let out a shout and a tear dropped from my eyes.

I visited him this evening at the hospital where he was standing. He had gone to drop off her body at the plateau hospital and couldn't return home anymore. He just found a tree and sat down.

When I got to him he told me three days ago, his daughter told him that she saw him carrying a small casket and dancing with it on his head.

He didn't pay attention to it. He just told her to reject the dream and he took her to school.

This morning when he was preparing her for school, she told him she didn't want to go.

But he told her she was having an exam and she needed to go to school.

"Praises, I talk with my daughter today. We play. Because of how happy I was I gave her 500 naira for lunch. My daughter enter school I say make I go shop. Now see na."

It was his only child.

I saw other parents crying.

A man lost his 4 children at once. That man couldn't speak.

I saw death today and saw the real casualties live on with pain in their heart.

Heaven received little Angels today.

May the souls of the departed rest in perfect peace with the lord. May he grant the family of the deceased comfort as they go through this trying period.

True Life Story

Written By: Praise Obior

12/06/2024

Good morning all. Hope your day is going well?

23/05/2024

Hello everyone.

25/04/2024

Virginity is not all that is needed for marriage.

25/04/2024

My wife and I had an issue this morning before we left for work. It was a small misunderstanding between me and her.

We were both angry with each other. From my facial expression, my wife knew I was very prepared to keep malice with her that morning. She was also angry and didn't mind playing along.

I stepped out of the house and she locked the doors and followed me behind. Since we don't have a car, we always board the same bus to work every morning and ensure we sit together- side by side on the bus.

I was to drop at Manda hill and she was to drop at zesco.

But today, I didn't want to sit close to her. So I sat at the back seat and she sat in front, just beside a good-looking Police officer.

The man glanced at my wife. I saw the way he looked at her hair and face with so much admiration. Then he told her she looked beautiful. My wife smiled and told him thank you.

He asked my wife where she was going and she told him she was heading to work.

All this while, I was sitting behind and listening to their conversation.

"My name is Mwansa Mweemba. I am a police officer as you can see from my uniform. I was just posted to Lusaka a month ago. Right now I am heading to my place of assignment."

My wife nodded her head. When the conductor requested for my wife to pay her transport fare, the officer offered to pay. He pulled out a K50 and Said Two.

My wife thanked him and smiled.

Then the officer continued.

"So I will be dropping soon at Munali I am accommodated at Chelston Police Camp. I don't know if you can drop by someday to say hello to me. Can I have your number?"

I didn't waste any more time. I tapped my wife on her shoulders immediately.

She turned.

And then I asked her.

"Hope you remembered to put a spoon inside Kasubas lunch box? You know you always forget."

My wife was puzzled. She was probably wondering who Kasuba is, and why I had chosen to talk to her. Before she could ask any further questions I added.

"Try to pick her up from school early today. I will be coming back home late. You can cook ifinkubala for me for dinner so that when I return I will eat something before bed."

My wife was confused.

Then she glanced at the police man and returned her gaze to me. She understood what I was trying to do.

"Yes, honey." She nodded.

The police man turned and saw me. He greeted me. Then he asked my wife.

"Is that your husband?"

My wife nodded. The police man glanced at me again and again.

Then he glanced for the last time and smiled at me.

I didn't smile back.

When we got to the Chainama I dropped from the bus and dragged my wife along with me.

My wife couldn't stop laughing. While we were about to board another bus, she asked me.

"Honey, who is Kasuba?"

"Kasuba is our future daughter. Jump on the bus let us go."

My wife laughed.

We boarded another bus to and this time, we sat together. Side by side in the bus. And this time I paid for her.

When you give your partner distance, both emotionally and physically, you let the devil occupy that space.
He takes your position without your permission and builds a home for himself in your place.
Don't let the devil have a place in your home. Cover all grounds.

Make your presence known.

May God bless your marriage and relationship.



Source: Law Deborah Mem