Oluseyi Sogaolu
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Why Highly Sensitive Parents Need a Supportive Community (And How to Find One)
Parenting can be hard for every parent. However, it is like an emotional marathon for highly sensitive parents. Why does parenting feel so intense, and how can highly sensitive parents find the necessary support needed? Highly sensitive parents (HSP) are frequently weighed down by the demands associated with parenting due to their sensitive sensory and responsive sensibility.
By Oluseyi Sogaolu9 months ago in Families
How to Manage Social Media as a Mompreneur Without Losing Your Mind
Particularly for highly sensitive mompreneurs, social media is a double-edged sword. Looking to share your messages, connect with your target audience, and build your business from scratch, social media is a dominant tool for building your business. But the truth is that the situation can be overwhelming, psychologically draining, and over-stimulating.
By Oluseyi Sogaolu9 months ago in Families
Why Highly Sensitive Parents Need a Supportive Community (And How to Find One)
Parenting can be hard for every parent. However, it is like an emotional marathon for highly sensitive parents. Why does parenting feel so intense, and how can highly sensitive parents find the necessary support needed? Highly sensitive parents (HSP) are frequently weighed down by the demands associated with parenting due to their sensitive sensory and responsive sensibility.
By Oluseyi Sogaolu10 months ago in Families
How Highly Sensitive People Can Stop Feeling Overwhelmed by the Noise and Energy of Parenting
It is imperative to know that being a highly sensitive person is more than being sensitively flimsy or allowing one's feelings to be hurt easily. On the other hand, it is noteworthy that while parenting is a difficult journey for every individual, the continuous noise, pandemonium, and poignant intensity can feel particularly irresistible to the Highly Sensitive People (HSP). High sensitivity is rather an integral part of the regular gamut of human emotions which is never a diagnosis, and it has no cure. 15 to 20 percent of the entire population of the world is affected, irrespective of age, sex, ethnic group, or race.
By Oluseyi Sogaolu10 months ago in Families
I Was Kidnapped by a Stranger, and It Changed My Life
The evening had started like any other. I finished work around 7 PM, later than usual but not unusual enough to draw concern from my colleagues or me. The sky slowly shifted from deep blue to a murky gray, signaling the approaching night. The streets of the city were quieter than they usually were on a Thursday. The brisk September wind made me tighten my jacket, my thoughts on getting home and sinking onto the couch with a cup of tea.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cartographer's Journey
In the heart of the grand city of Carthea, amidst the towering spires of knowledge and the labyrinthine streets of the learned, lived a cartographer named Elara Thorne. Her name was whispered with reverence in the circles of scholars and adventurers, for her maps were not mere charts of land and sea, but living documents of exploration and discovery. Elara's work had brought to life the mysterious lands and hidden treasures that lay beyond the known world.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Museum of Broken Things
Chapter 1: The Arrival In the heart of a city veiled in perennial fog, where history and modernity waltz in a dance of shadows and light, there stood an unassuming building with an enigmatic charm. It was not grand or ostentatious, but there was a subtle grace to its weathered façade. Above the entrance, a sign read, “The Museum of Broken Things: Artifacts of Loss.”
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cartographer's Journey
In the heart of the grand city of Carthea, amidst the towering spires of knowledge and the labyrinthine streets of the learned, lived a cartographer named Elara Thorne. Her name was whispered with reverence in the circles of scholars and adventurers, for her maps were not mere charts of land and sea, but living documents of exploration and discovery. Elara's work had brought to life the mysterious lands and hidden treasures that lay beyond the known world.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Invisible Thread
The small town of Harrow Creek was a place where time seemed to slow down, where the past lingered in every corner, and the future was as distant as the stars. Nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, it was a haven for those who sought tranquility and simplicity. Among its residents was Amelia Carter, a young woman whose curiosity about the world went far beyond the confines of her quaint hometown.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Weight of Water
Sophie Trent had always been drawn to water, not just for its serene beauty but for its powerful, inscrutable depths. From the time she was a child, splashing in the shallow end of her parent's backyard pool, to her teenage years exploring the vast expanse of the ocean, water had been her sanctuary and her challenge. Now, at thirty-five, she found herself at a crossroads, both in her career as a marine biologist and in her personal life.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler's Dilemma
Dr. Eleanor “Ellie” Mason sat hunched over her desk, fingers tapping a steady rhythm on the cold metal surface. Before her lay a small, unassuming device—no larger than a wristwatch—its sleek black surface glimmering under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights. It was inconspicuous, something you could easily mistake for an outdated piece of technology. Yet, it held the power to unravel the very fabric of time.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
In The Shadows
The village of Malenga was nestled deep within the dense forests of West Africa. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, where the traditions of the past coexisted with the present in a delicate balance. The people of Malenga were proud, their lives rooted in the rhythms of the land, the rise and fall of the sun, and the ancient wisdom passed down through generations.
By Oluseyi Sogaoluabout a year ago in Fiction
