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Navigating Life as a Creature of Habit and an Empath.

 In a world that often feels overwhelming and chaotic, some of us find solace in the safety and predictability of our routines. As creatures of habit, for whom stability is essential, often find ourselves grappling with the emotional toll of being an empath. As empaths, we are deeply affected by the emotions and energies of others, leaving us susceptible to feeling overwhelmed and exhausted. We can explore both the struggle and the beauty of being a creature of habit and an empath, and the sadness that comes with navigating through this sometimes cruel world. There is comfort in the familiar. We meticulously plan our days, seeking solace in the known, the structured, and the expected. Our routines provide us with a sense of control, stability, and security. They become our safe haven, allowing us to recharge and regain balance in an ever-changing world. Unfortunately, the predictable nature of our routines can also intensify the impact of empathic qualities, making it challenging to na
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Conversations That Make Life Bearable

Life can be tough sometimes, but thankfully, we don't have to face it alone. Connecting with others can make life more bearable. Whether we're catching up with friends or sharing our struggles with a therapist, conversation helps us to feel heard, understood, and supported. For me, some of the most enjoyable conversations are with my partner and one or two other friends. There's something so comforting about being able to talk to someone who knows you well and cares about you deeply. Whether it's sharing a funny story, venting about a frustrating day, or delving into deep, existential questions, these conversations can help us to feel grounded and connected. Of course, not all conversations are created equal. To truly make the most of our conversations, it's important to cultivate certain qualities and approaches. I find that a good conversation is with someone who listens actively, asks thoughtful questions, and is willing to share their own experiences and perspec
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Just breathe

The bomb explodes  Revealing the naked truth.  Fear takes a hold, as the heart beats Increase intensely. Questions fill a mind that is suddenly uninhabited.  The only sound is that thundering drum in the chest.  Is this shock? Or is this the trepidation they said would soon be realised.  Like the boa constrictor abandonment and despair take on a grip.  As you feel your bones crumble and break.  The only words your brain can remember saying..  - Just breathe -. 
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The Importance of a good nights’ sleep.

I have suffered insomnia for all my life. I remember in my teens doctors only remedy was to prescribe some sort of sleeping tablets, it was amazing to just take a pill that allowed me to sleep through the night but left me with side effects worse than the sleep deprivation itself. I soon stopped taking them and felt human again, all this in my early age of the 20’s and vowed to myself that never again would I take such.   In the past few days sleep hasn’t come easy and I have tried all home-made remedies that I have been told could help, none to any avail.   I refuse to use any drug induced treatments as past experiences have left their scars I remember so well.   A lack of sleep can cause so much damage to the body, mind, and soul sometimes I feel I need a sleep clinic to help me get this sorted, in times like this my mind never functions as it should, I tend to make the wrong decisions I soon regret.   Today I visited my doctor and not surprisingly could only prescribe some
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Call me by my name because I am not him!

Over the past weakened I had some time to have a good sit down with my dad and we just had a good old chat. I can’t remember when last we ever had a good talk. I can count on one hand the years my dad and I have been able to talk to each other, our relationship was non-existent until a few years ago when I almost lost my life due to an illness that almost took my life and cost me 18days in hospital, of which 12 days kept me in the intensive care unit. Sometimes I wonder and ask myself if he only communicates with me now because of pity, or out of sympathy, it’s hard to tell. I may have over-reacted to him when he constantly kept on calling me by my brothers’ name during our conversation, at first I let it be and ignored such, but as we conversed, I realised he did not acknowledge the fact that it was talking to me he, he mentioned things I never did that were all done by my brothers, he continued to call me by their names interchangeable and there was   a moment I realised, he was no
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The extreme of hangovers.

  I haven’t written a blog for a sometime now and I always put it down to how I am still so comfortable with writing on paper than publishing anything online. We are towards the end August but still I am still getting over all the events of July 2022, I had the greatest of surprises for my birthday month, I have been back in my hometown for close to month but still remember how Akin made it possible that we meet up and spend the month of July in Cape Town. If before this birthday I ever said I had the best of birthdays, I lied, this past birthday must go down in my history book as the very best of birthdays ever! Not only did I get to spend the day with the man I love but he went on to make that day extra special I got gifts from him all through the day, it was one thing after another and even a special gift from him that keeps on giving, so unexpected but most welcome. We are approaching the end of August, but I am still stuck and re-living those moments, my mind replaying t
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So Much History in Such a Small Town.

 Although I did not grow up in Gwanda, a town just over 130Km’s from Bulawayo, it is the capital of the province of Matabeleland South, whenever I am in Gwanda there is a strange connecting feeling I experience I wonder if this is because my great grandparents settled in this town when they respectively arrived and made it their home, many, many decades ago.  I only used to see this town on the few occasions when I passed through by coach on my way to and from South Africa. Gwanda is in an area rich in gold and perfect for the cattle ranching industry,   many decades ago in the 1900’s   some lucky men of European descent came in and made this town their home and established themselves comfortably and making claims to various mines and various farms and they began what is now a history that has changed many lives and creating interconnections within families that I feel someone should write a book about it’s rich history, but then again from the little stories I have heard and been to
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