Day 21



Guess what?

We’ve got 9 days to go! Yippee!

Seems September has been on fast forward. I’m not about to get anxious about the year ending already, so ama just stop there. 😁 Hope you’re having the best of the month. Alright, let’s dive into today’s challenge.



How to Deal with the Broken


Dealing with the BrokenGrowing up in a culture where everyone had to ‘toughen up’ meant that negative emotions of anger, pain, hurt, depression etc. had to be hidden or suppressed. It was (and still is) a culture founded on the misconception that emotions make you weak.  Those who have read Chinua Achebe’s famous ‘Things Fall Apart’ will understand how crazy it gets when one begins to prove a point of being strong rather than weak. It’s a survivor’s race. More

Let it Bleed


1531424404188_imageShe wanted to heal

But day after day

She would lift up the band aid

And find yet a bleeding heart

That just won’t heal. More

Movie Review: The Shack


the shack

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Heaven knows 

The tears you’ve shed 

The words you regret 

The loss that rips your heart 

The smile you can’t remember when last you had  More

Pain Addict


I’m so addicted to the pain
I don’t know how to live without it
I’m so addicted to the tears
I don’t wear mascara anymore
I’m so addicted to the hurt
It doesn’t hurt anymore


Hurts Do Heal



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I know you hurt. I hurt too.  

It’s a stabbing pain I can’t explain.  

Like I’m drowning in the Atlantic Ocean  

With no lifeguard in sight

Gasping for air 

I’m afraid this pain is too much  

For my feeble shoulders to bear

Shoulders slumped from the confidence that has been blown away. 

I used to be the happy one 

With the cheerful smiles 

And big brown eyes 

Now I’m the dark girl 

Hiding in the shadows 

Afraid to see my reflection 

Because it just may reflect my heart 


Oh the pain! It rips me apart! 

The tears! They’ve formed an ocean 

Salty waters, I shed 

Salty waters I drown in 

I know what it means to be depressed 

I almost know it as I do my middle name 

I still feel its slithery fingers 

Wrapped around my cold skin 


I’ve been that way too long. 

Hurts do heal. 

Hearts do mend 

Nights do end 

Joy comes in the morning 

Everyone hurts 

So what makes your hurt more special? 

Or any less? 

Hurt is hurt. 

The heart bleeds too- 

It’s an organ after all! 

Hurts do heal 

Tears get dried up 

The sun shines after the rain 

This weary heart of mine 

Someday shall dance again 

To the tune of love 

These patched lips will crack a smile 

For this storm isn’t to drown you 

But to make you stronger 

To make you grow  

So pick up the pieces of what’s left 

Give it back to the Fixer 

Rise up and live 

Today isn’t the death of you 

Hurts do heal, my love. 

©Mfon Etuk, 2016

He heals the heartbroken and bandages their wounds- Psalm 147:3

If your heart is broken, you’ll find God right there; if you’re kicked in the gut, he’ll help you catch your breath.- Psalm 34:18

Write a letter to someone who has hurt you recently -Day9


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Write a letter to someone who has hurt you recently

Wow! This is a tough one.

Uhmmm, okay.

Let’s do this.

Here it is:

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This is to let you know you brutally hurt me; constantly stabbing my fragile heart with a sharp dagger. Yes, I gave you my heart when you clearly had no capacity to love. You didn’t hurt me alone but constantly hurt others, dragging a trail of broken hearts in your wake.

You always wanted your way even when you knew it wasn’t going to work out. You always went overboard with your imaginations and emotions, hurting me every time another one fell through. You hated me and did a poor job at disguising it. You never believed in me but constantly reminded me of my weaknesses.

I don’t blame you for hurting me. Your immaturity clearly got a strong hold of you and blinded you from the truth. You never saw me for who I was, but for some weakling with a heart made of cheese.

I forgive you because you didn’t know better. I set you up for failure by making you an invincible superhuman when you were a mere human with skin and bones.

I forgive you for letting my heart hurt, once, twice…multiple cuts. With the bleeding came the strength to allow the healing waters flow. With scars to tell the story, I’ve become the strong woman I was meant to be. Thank you for hurting me, even though you didn’t know it was to make me stronger.

I forgive me for hurting me.

Yours truly,


What a twist right?

It was pretty hard writing this letter. I could easily think of a number of people who had hurt me in the past and conveniently write a long essay to this effect. But deep down, I know I hurt myself by giving them the power to hurt me. Most of which (the hurt) didn’t even happen in reality as much as they did in my head-brooding over a hurt that cut so deep in my mind while it was a mere brush of the skin in reality.

Most people find it a lot easier to forgive others than themselves. They blame themselves for everything and undermine what they have going on good for them-I inclusive. So yeah, this is my letter to me. Not to some guy who broke my heart, or a parent that never truly understood, or a friend that said hurtful words-no, this is a letter to me.

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Your turn…

Are you holding on to hurts that you might have caused? Or are you holding on to people who have hurt you in the past? Take some time out to think about this and forgive the people involved, including yourself.  A hurting heart will always hurt others.

Day 9 done, 22 more to go!

Yes we can!

Happy Sunday guys!

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