A Day in My Life 💭
Every day feels a little different, but the rhythm is almost the same. Some days are heavy, some are light, and in between I find small moments that keep me going.
Morning 🌅
I wake up slowly — sometimes too slowly. My alarm rings, and I promise myself “just 5 more minutes,” but it always turns into a battle between my tiredness and my plans. I’m not a perfect early riser, but I try.
When I finally sit up, the first thing I crave is tea. There’s something healing about that first sip — the warmth, the comfort, the sense that okay, maybe today will be manageable. While the tea boils, I usually check my phone. Not because I’m waiting for anything urgent, but because it feels easier to start the day by scrolling than by facing my own thoughts.
I splash cold water on my face — and that moment wakes me up more than the tea ever could. Some mornings I catch myself staring in the mirror longer than I should, thinking about how I feel on the inside compared to what I see outside.
Midday ☀️
By late morning, I’m pulled into the usual routine — chores, work, errands, or whatever the day demands. Some days I move with energy, other days I drag myself from task to task, pretending I’m okay when my mind is already tired.
Lunchtime is usually simple — rice, beans, ugali, or sometimes just bread when I can’t be bothered to cook. I eat fast, sometimes while still moving around, and other times I sit quietly, grateful for the pause. It’s funny how even food can remind me of who I am — strong, resourceful, and always finding a way.
Afternoon 🌤
This is the part of the day that tests me. Sometimes I push through with focus, but more often I feel my energy dip. My body tells me to rest, but my mind whispers about all the things I should be doing.
On the better afternoons, I give myself space — I write in my journal, listen to music that feels like therapy, or just sit in silence. On the harder afternoons, I scroll endlessly, trying to escape my thoughts. It’s not perfect, but it’s real.
There are little moments I treasure, though. A message from a friend that makes me smile, laughter from outside, or even just the sound of wind when I step out for fresh air. Those small, ordinary things are often the ones that make me feel human again.
Evening 🌙
Evenings are when my body finally slows down. Dinner is rarely glamorous, but it always feels like a reward — the final meal that says, you made it through the day. Some nights I cook with care, other nights I settle for whatever is easiest.
Afterwards, I try to unwind. Maybe skincare, maybe music, maybe just lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Sometimes I think about where I am in life and where I want to be. Those thoughts can be comforting, but they can also be heavy.
Night 🌌
Nights are complicated. I love them because they feel like mine — the quiet, the stillness, the chance to breathe without rushing. But they’re also the moments when my mind refuses to switch off.
I often replay the day in my head. Did I do enough? Am I where I’m supposed to be? Sometimes I smile at the little wins, other times I wrestle with regrets. And then, without even realizing it, I drift into sleep — not always peacefully, but always with the hope that tomorrow will bring me a little closer to the life I dream of.
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