©2022 by Idowu Taiwo Deborah. *Her Mind's Scars* Brought to you by the Christian Writers and Readers Club. ****** This woman smiled and she looked beautiful while doing it. She ate and she looked content while doing it. She cared for others and she looked genuine while doing it. She was so dissociated in thought that for seven years her mind that was part in three had no idea that the life was slowly leaving her eyes. This woman was stuck in time. Stuck in 2015 where her mother died. It was like her brain automatically went to survival mode. The brain was so intelligent that it allowed her retain her usual 'light' but unknowns to her, she was already disconnected. How can one think they were alive while already dying? How can one still be living after continuously drowning? The brain kept her body alive but everything that used to make her happy slowly ceased. And because her mother who died amidst wolves called 'in-laws' was the only cover she had, slowly she fou
A good friend of mine asked me to write something special for her. It's also her birthday today.🤗❤ This is for you dear.❤ . . . Why do we need birthdays? Why do we need a day to remember that we are still alive? I think the question answers itself, no? We celebrate birthdays to appreciate the beauty of life. To remind someone that we're still here, still kicking, still hopeful, still thankful. It reminds us of age, that we are no longer kids, it reminds of responsibilities— nature's way of asking for our quota to the human race. But if you didn't even give one dear, you existing is enough. On this special day, when you think about how far you've come, may you smile and rejoice, may you be thankful for the highs and lows and look forward to many more years ahead. Birthdays are great, because only the living celebrate life. Happy Birthday Ajibola. Continue to live graciously and prosper.🤗❤ . . . . Taiwolilly🌼