Float When They Go | Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

The most painful moment when someone you know becomes someone you knew.

This is a particular one.

It is not possible to keep all friends in the present.

Someone will always, either consciously or unconsciously, willingly and unwillingly become past, no matter what one do.

No matter how hard we try to make them stay, they always leave!

Everybody comes into our life for a reason.

When that purpose is accomplished, they either leave or the relationship turns sour.

There is no exception. Even family leaves.

Do not let this becloud your heart with the stings of rejection.

Let go.

Float when they go.

Make new friends on the go.

Live when they leave.

...and if I 'leave you', don't nag, don't wail, don't pester me. Let me go.

You Are Loved And You Belong Here

Depression is real. On daily basis, many take their lives to escape from the hurt and frustration that colour their lives in ugly shades of grey. Naturally, humans desire to be loved, appreciated and even crave validation from loved ones, but not all seem to get this desire evenly satisfied. Subtly, love-starved souls slip into depressed moods, from a distance, they watch love and acceptance fly past them into the arms of neighbours, colleagues, siblings, relatives, friends... but none ever rings their bell. They feel unloved, unwanted, less human, inferior, sad, hurt, rejected, dejected and eventually, suicidal.

This book is a collection of letters, articles and daily musings that serves as a reminder to you, who’s emotionally bruised that You Are Loved, And You Belong Here.

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