The Invitation Cards
It has almost been 5 years since my father passed away . 5 years since I decided that in order to survive going forward, I had to find a way to turn my emotions off. So, on the few occasions in the year that I allow them to come back on, I’m reminded of how painful my reality truly is. 2019 was the worst year of my life – so much so that even the Covid pandemic ravaged 2020 and 2021 seem pale in comparison. Financially, I was at rock bottom, and despite working almost nonstop most of the year, I was barely paid 2 months of salary by the start of December after getting screwed by both the government and private sectors. Near the end of the year, I found myself trying to sell furniture that I thought was surplus to my needs in order to try to get some cash to pay the bills. I was humiliated on multiple occasions by my new landlord for being a doctor who couldn’t even pay the rent on time . I was in a toxic relationship that was getting worse every day and destroying my...