My Creative World

  I am typing this on December 24, 2025, and I will share it on the 26th. I have been staring at this screen for a while, trying to figure out how to say everything without sounding dramatic. I want this to feel like a long note you read with a cup of tea, or on your bus ride home. Trotro, if you’re in Ghana. Tonight I feel off. I cannot name it cleanly. It feels like despair and loneliness blended together; the confusion that comes when life changes and no one explains the new rules. I do not know if what lies ahead brings relief or disappointment. I also do not know if the choices I made before now were right. What I know is simple: I feel alone. I often say I like my space and that I do not need constant conversation. I think I lied to myself there. There is a big difference between choosing solitude and feeling stuck inside it. These days, only two things help me breathe through it. I sign up for events, and I read books. That is it.   Felt like giving a picture break 😅 L...