Extract from “Wounded: The Journey of a Nameless Woman” by Waírímú K Warobi© It was an early Sunday morning in November 2015, the streets were quiet and there was no activity. The sky was grey in London; the beginnings of winter cold crept in. The morning fog was heavy, and no doubt everyone snuggled in …
Dear Lord help me, I don’t want to lose my mind! The day before yesterday I locked myself out of my house again! God knows I cannot afford to fork out another £80.00 to get a new lock. Yes, I have done it before! I mindlessly pick the keys where I put them everyday, only …
I have always wrestled with telling my story simple reason at times people look at me like I dropped from Venus on a space ship. Other times is knowing when and where I can tell it like it is. So I pour hours of writing in a book that I want to see published other …
In our journey of trying to understand this illness called Fibromyalgia, its important to have faith and hope. Faith that one day I’ll get this pacing business right and live in some semblance of normalcy in a world of chaos. The chaos of managing even day to day activities. It’s a quiet Sunday morning and …
It will be 5 years this August since I was diagnosed with depression and two and a half years since I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. At the moment, I am sitting on my sofa with my head pounding for the last three days. I cannot figure out if it is high blood pressure or tinnitus …
“Doctor, I cannot take it anymore,” tears spilled from my eyes from my very soul. “Miss Warobi what is wrong, I have not seen you like this, you are very resilient?” This was August 2012. Symptoms: I was over sleeping, never getting enough rest. I cried so much and the thought of leaving my house …
