About Trying Times
I had an idea to write about trying times after experiencing one myself. We live in an era where people are encouraged to smile more often, mask their problems and count their blessings. While this sometimes count as good advice we should also not neglect the fact that sorrowful events do occur and we have this emotions for a reason. A baby cries when there is need to cry, there is no amount of counselling or masking that can stop a baby from expressing discomfort but a baby also laughs and chuckles and we embrace this too.
I wrote a few
friends to tell me about trying times they have experienced to encourage
someone out there perhaps the decisions we made in those moments can guide
someone else through their trying time.
What the stories
will do for you;
It will entertain
you with stories of trying times experienced by people, the poor and not so
poor choices made during those periods and a major lesson learnt.
What the stories
will not do for you;
Give you concrete
advise on what applies to your situation should you be going through a trying
time.
And now, I shall
begin with mine.
Episode 1-Journey
to the Mountain.
I have never been
on a mountain. Actually, that’s not true. I have been to Olumo Rock once but
here, I am referring to a figurative mountain that nearly paralysed me. I
stopped cooking, fed on junk, lost weight in a couple of days and felt the
loneliest I had ever felt in my life.
I had assisted
someone very dear to me with an application and things went wrong. I blamed
myself even after everyone told me not to worry and to stop blaming myself. I
first started by keeping mute and not telling anyone what I was going through while
sobbing almost every night. Part of this was attributed to the fact that I was
trying to be strong and hoping it will be over soon and that somehow the
application would be successful. I lost a lot of weight and a lot of faith, I
was thankful for the things I had and prayed so desperately to be able to have
peace of mind again, I prayed so much at a point I got tired of praying, I went
mute for a long time with fear slowly leading me. I stopped looking after
myself, my physical appearance was poor by the day and the most painful part was
that I was too scared to tell anyone what I was really going through. I
pretended to be fine even though I really wasn’t. I smiled with those who
already knew of my problem for fear of them not getting tired of my complaints and after what seemed like forever, a decision was made on the application; It was
unsuccessful.
Everything that
happened to me after I got the news is not relevant here because I had lost.
I am back from the mountain and here is what I know. When you are going through a trying time, I will encourage you not to jump the process rather, embrace it. If you feel like eating voraciously like a cocoon, please do. If you feel like starving yourself please do. If you feel like crying till the water in your body goes dry, please do and take your time. You need to learn all the lessons on the way personally for you to become stronger. You need your own judgements to make better decisions in this journey called life.
I am grateful for
those who supported me through this period either directly or indirectly.
Lesson learnt- Clichés are true.
Please note that while these are true events, the
names of the characters have been replaced for confidentiality purposes.
Sorry about that Funke. The best of us are still imperfect. It takes a winning mentality to be this sober after a mistake, like you said lesson learnt and unto the next. I used to work with speed and found out that I had errors then I slowed down and made accuracy my priority. We continue to learn and adjust.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Mayor!
DeleteThis writeup brought back several memories of the trying times I have had to face. And in one way or the other, things fizzled out gradually. Lost so much weight almost looking anorexic and was always keeping to myself. The part were you said “I prayed and prayed, and didn’t know what to pray about again” is very relatable. I prayed and my name became prayer warrior alara gbigbe 😂😂😂
ReplyDeleteI was the only one who knew what was going on within me. Thanks for this beautiful writeup and I am glad that you are doing exceptionally well.💋💕