Speak out!

I'm going to talk about something a bit different today. I call it 'speaking out'. I'm sure the whole world calls it that though:) For such a long time, I would hear stories of or watch people stay in horrible situations. And I just couldn't understand it. They would say it's because of love or because they believe that people can change. I could never grasp it. I'm a bit more empathic now. Having experienced a few more situations I truly believe that what people really fear is consequences. When people do major unethical things to us, we tend to hide or gaslight ourselves because we are subconsciously scared of what happens when we speak out. We're scared that someone will go to jail, or be isolated, or lose their job and family and that we will have that hanging on our consciencies. I get that now. But even though I completely understand that fear, I still think it's completely irrational. How are our minds capable of making us the villains when we are the victims or survivors? How and why do we do that to ourselves? If you can speak to the person that makes you feel this way, do so. But if you can't and if you need to to save others, speak out. Speak out and speak out proud. A million people don't need to have witnessed the action or heard the abuse for it to be true. Don't gaslight yourself. Your emotions are real. You are real. And you deserve to live life free from opression, abuse and fear of speaking your truth. And when you speak out, don't hide in a corner. Walk out proud. You deserve to live free. God bless. Dera

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Was MJ right?

Hello, Recently, I feel like my family has been going through a lot of hard stuff. Some things are inconveniences and some other things are life changing, but I think the real challenge is the way each challenge seems to come simultaneously. That has be really hard. I know that we are definitely not alone in this and that there are so many of us out here who legitimately feel like we just can't catch a break; one thing after another attacks which leads to this overriding feeling of fear, anxiety and hopelessness. I was listening to a song today and was reminded that even though gratitude does not change our situation, it changes us. When we are not getting those things that we really want at the moment or we face really difficult situations, it's very easy to enter that place of feeling like you have nothing to be grateful for, or feeling like you need to be prepared for the worst in any situation, or that you cannot rest until you map out everything that could possibly go
Read more

Nigeria, America and the UK

Random, random, random.... I was watching a movie the other day and it's a baseball movie, so the coach goes up to the team and proceeds to give them a pep talk. "Y'all have worked so hard...", "get out there and do your best..." - you guys know the drill. And then the team proceeds to play and win or lose, they're still a team. It got me thinking about my experience growing up and playing soccer in Nigeria and then playing it again in the UK (if you keep in mind that in both of these other places, they call it football and that totally makes sense). In the UK, it was kind of similar to America. Before the game, coach would tell us which positions everyone would be playing with his little whiteboard and marker and then we'd get a little pep talk with some tips and would be out on the pitch for the game. This team was a bit different though. About a month into my playing with the club, I started noticing some tension between some of the girls on
Read more

Are you a perfectionist?

To all the perfectionists out there, I woke up on Monday less tired than normal. I go on walks with my mum every now and then and we have to wake up super early so that my mum's ready for work on time. We started walking and all of sudden I started feeling tired. My mum walks pretty fast (even though she'd disagree) and at first I thought it was just that. But the tiredness was deeper than that. I'm not being dramatic. I felt drained from the inside out. I felt tired of trying to catch up to my mum and tired of trying to be better behaviour-wise, cooking-wise and failing. And so my body responded in the only way it knew how; I cried. Before Monday, I would never have called myself a perfectionist. But after a conversation with my mum and some careful, but painful reflection, I realised I was beating myself down for my mistakes and my slip-ups which are completely natural. I also realised that it didn't start on Monday. What I'm trying to say is I've come t
Read more