my birthday celebration was not as it used to be; I was so reluctant and moody; so I locked myself in my room;sheading alot whole of tears but to be frank I didn’t know why I was so moody.
The next day ;I decided to ease my mood by walking in into an eartery to relax my nerves; so I ordered my food sat to myself and was enjoying my meal ; about 10minutes to the time I sat down; a young vibrant handsome guy approached my table pleaded that he join me at the table
I had no choice because I have already fallen in love with him( love at first sight right?) this young dudes have everything I have evered prayed to God in a man; he talks in a very romantic voice; he appearance was so humbly and accommodating ( and at this point I never believe that I can fall in love with a man I just like d ok easy;
I cancelled every other appointment I had that very day just to be with him; after about 5hours we left the eatery to a hotel where he lodged; because he would be leaving the country the nxt day
We talk to each other like two lover birds who have know ourselves for ages; I have already fallen for a guy i just met then I decided to trust him with my body to keep him( hmmm);
That same night after I have left to my house;we still talked and chatted like two lover birds missing each other so badly;Made alot of promises to ourselves even when he left to the airport the next day, he called me and promised to call again once he reaches his destination but it was quite unfortunate I didn’t hear from him again; I called severally; he never took my call and after some days I was unable to reach him again.
It was then it drawn to me that I have been played into having sex with someone who was just horny and was looking for a hole to release and I fell a victim; he deceived me with love; I felt he was the God sent to mend my broken heart but he was just s beast in human form;
I felt so devastated; anger and agony rows my heart;sleep was far away from me all night run; I wept bitterly and I couldn’t forgive myself ; I felt so cheap; to me it was as if I was dreaming and I needed someone to wake me up;how can I give out my heart to a stranger just like that, Jess I messed up; I kept lamenting to myself ( why where you so stupid to fall to the dead Love trap);how could you allow a man with zero conscience to rest in between your tigh ;indeed men stays where the chooses to stay; not even your good character can trap them down, it really hurt.
This is a very short moment experience of my life but it taught me a very huge lesson which I cant forget so quick and I said to myself ;Never you trust your body to a man because you felt you can hold him with it; a man stays where he wishes to stay; men appreciate trap that was difficult for them to catch;
I needed to forgive myself and I said to myself
Baby girl is ok ; things like this happens and you can’t keep wiping over your past; now am ok; wiser and smarter; all thanks to the short moment of my life that taught me a huge lesson.
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Is it even possible for you to change your life? A lot of people, more than there should be, are unhappy with their lives. But what are they doing about it? Usually nothing. People talk about how shitty their lives are and want change, but are they not taking the actions to change?
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Cassidy’s Walkabout: When Losing Your Way Becomes the Only Way to Find Yourself
Cassidy didn’t plan the walkabout. There was no dramatic goodbye, no slammed door, no poetic last message left behind. It started as a normal morning—coffee half-finished, phone buzzing with notifications she didn’t want to answer, and a mirror reflection she barely recognized. Somewhere between obligation and exhaustion, Cassidy made a decision so quiet it almost didn’t feel like one at all. She walked away. Not from a place, not from a person—but from a version of life that felt loud, heavy, and wrong. This is Cassidy’s walkabout—and maybe, in some strange way, it’s yours too. What Is a Walkabout, Really? Traditionally, a walkabout refers to an Australian Aboriginal rite of passage—a journey into the wilderness, meant to discover identity, purpose, and belonging. But Cassidy’s walkabout wasn’t mapped on land. It was internal. A walk away from: Expectations she never agreed to Dreams she inherited but never chose A version of success that left her empty Cassidy’s walkabout was not about distance. It was about disconnection—from noise, pressure, and the constant demand to perform. The Quiet Burnout No One Talks About Cassidy looked “fine” from the outside. She had: A stable job A functioning social life A calendar full of plans But inside, she was burning out in silence. This is the most dangerous kind of burnout—the one that doesn’t collapse you all at once. It erodes you slowly, politely, invisibly. She wasn’t tired of working. She was tired of pretending. Pretending she cared about meetings that meant nothing. Pretending she knew where her life was going. Pretending she wasn’t deeply, profoundly lost. Why Walking Away Feels Like Failure (But Isn’t) Society teaches us that quitting is weakness. If you leave a job, you “couldn’t handle it.” If you leave a relationship, you “gave up too easily.” If you take a break, you’re “falling behind.” Cassidy believed this too—until the day she realized something terrifying: Staying was costing her more than leaving ever could. Walking away didn’t mean she failed. It meant she finally listened. The First Days of the Walkabout: Silence Is Loud The early days were uncomfortable. No schedules. No deadlines. No clear identity. Without constant noise, Cassidy was forced to sit with herself—and that’s harder than it sounds. Silence asked questions she had been avoiding: Who am I when I’m not productive? What do I want when no one is watching? Why am I afraid of slowing down? At first, the silence screamed. Then, slowly, it started to speak. When You Stop Performing, You Start Feeling Cassidy noticed something strange. Without the pressure to impress, she began to feel again. Small things mattered: The way sunlight hit the floor The weight of a book in her hands The relief of saying “no” without guilt For years, she had lived as a performance—measured by output, approval, and constant motion. The walkabout stripped all that away. What remained was raw, unfinished, and honest. Loneliness on the Road Inward Let’s be honest—Cassidy’s walkabout wasn’t romantic all the time. There were lonely nights. Moments of doubt. Days when she questioned everything. Walking away means losing familiar anchors, even unhealthy ones. And loneliness has a way of making old cages feel safe again. But Cassidy learned a difficult truth: Loneliness is not the enemy. Numbness is. The Myth of “Finding Yourself” Cassidy didn’t wake up one day fully healed, enlightened, or magically confident. There was no cinematic moment of clarity. Instead, she discovered something more real: You don’t find yourself. You build yourself—slowly, imperfectly, daily. Her walkabout wasn’t about answers. It was about better questions. Lessons Cassidy Learned Along the Way 1. You’re Allowed to Change Your Mind Who you were at 18 doesn’t get to decide your life forever. 2. Rest Is Not Laziness Rest is repair. Resistance. Survival. 3. Not Everyone Will Understand Your Walk And that’s okay. This journey isn’t for them. 4. Direction Is Overrated Sometimes, being lost is the point. The World Doesn’t Stop When You Step Away One of Cassidy’s biggest fears was that life would move on without her. It did. And that was strangely comforting. The world didn’t collapse. People adapted. Opportunities didn’t disappear. What did change was Cassidy’s relationship with time. She stopped racing it. She started inhabiting it. Returning—But Not the Same A walkabout doesn’t mean disappearing forever. Eventually, Cassidy returned—to work, to people, to responsibilities. But she returned different. She set boundaries. She chose slower paths. She valued meaning over momentum. The world looked the same. She didn’t. Why Cassidy’s Walkabout Resonates With Millions Because this isn’t just Cassidy’s story. It’s the story of: People trapped in lives they didn’t choose Dreamers exhausted by survival mode Souls craving permission to pause In an age of hustle culture, Cassidy’s walkabout is an act of quiet rebellion. Maybe You’re Already on Your Own Walkabout You don’t need to quit your job. You don’t need to disappear. You don’t need a dramatic escape. Sometimes, a walkabout begins with: One honest boundary One brave “no” One moment of listening to yourself The journey doesn’t require distance. It requires courage. Final Thoughts: Walking Away to Walk Toward Yourself Cassidy’s walkabout wasn’t about running from life. It was about running toward truth. Toward presence. Toward self-respect. Toward a life that feels lived—not endured. And maybe the most powerful thing about a walkabout isn’t where it takes you… …but who you stop being along the way.
By Zahid Hussain6 days ago in Humans
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