Getting back on my feet again

Nwamaka Ezeanya
2 min readJun 12, 2022

*clears cobwebs

The last time I wrote a post, I was deep in grief, mourning the loss of my grandmother, who held on dearly for her life for the most trying three months I had ever experienced.

Between then and now, I’ve navigated different seasons and spaces, experiencing varying trials along the way. But one thing has been constant: God has been good to me.

I still think about her a lot, especially because I see little pockets of her when I meet with my prayer group twice daily. I often wonder how different things would have been if she were still here. I digress.

During my time away, scores of people have asked when next I would write again or release a post, and I never have a proper answer when I’m asked these questions. The truth is, part of me has struggled with redundancy. I’ve questioned my ability to articulate the pieces of my ever-roaming mind in words. Not just words, but coherent and coordinated words that people would want to read and not chase me with a broom for spewing out. When you’ve been away from something for so long, it can be difficult to hop back in and continue from where you stopped, especially if you’re a self-critic like me.

This is my first attempt in a bid to get my act back together with writing publicly. It’s probably a shabby attempt, but hey, we can only get to the top of a staircase by taking the first step!

So here’s to me showing up more often, despite the pressures of life and the ever-changing UI of Medium that doesn’t give room for slackers.

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Nwamaka Ezeanya

Writing my thoughts and expressions on life, faith and everything in-between.