The sky is falling….tears started like a slow trickle sliding down my face. I first used my sleeves to wipe here and there relieved to have sun glasses on to mask my sorrow, disappointment, bafflement at my state of being, and on public transport no one noticed or if so it was no bother to them. Suddenly the tears began streaming down my face like a stream faster then could be brushed away. Why feel is my question, why feel hurt, why feel disappointment, and quickly I text my bestie for a voice of reason before sorrow devoured me. I felt ashamed to be so heart broken even though it was not a wound self inflicted…strange to be angry with oneself for trusting, believing, or is it true that happily ever after is only in movies, children’s books, or in tragedy like Romeo and Juliet.
The Sky Is Falling
Published by Sabreehna S. Essien, MPH
A Native to the Pacific Northwest, Sabreehna is American with Kenyan descent. Sabreehna holds a Master of Public Health and is a small business owner. She currently studies Marriage Family Therapy at Northcentral University and graduates in 2024. Sabreehna is a wife and mother of two boys. Sabreehna enjoys a good book, travel, fashion, nature hikes, and time with her husband and children. Sabreehna dreams of building schools, health clinics, community centers, and affordable housing in rural parts of Africa. View all posts by Sabreehna S. Essien, MPH
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