Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Did Actress Carolyna Danjuma Contemplate Suicide After Marriage Her Drama? Read Her HeartBreaking Post

I met a woman On a bridge. On a ledge. On the edge. Of love and light. Of day and night. Of life. And I asked her for advice. And she said. Some will hurt you a lot. Some will hurt you a little. Some will hurt you on the outside. Some will hurt you in the middle. But you will heal. Some will waste your money. 

Others, your time. The worse; both. But at the end of the rope there’s hope. So you’ll be fine. You must. Or you’ll bust. And from the tears in her eyes, I knew. She was finished. She jumped. Died falling. Died from falling A life story that could never be worth applauding. Or could it. Maybe, if I told her story. Gave her death some glory. 

Then maybe God will see her as a martyr and have mercy. She’ll show up the gates, soaking wet. Covered in water and regret And when he asks her why she jumped, She’ll tell him she was thirsty. And they will laugh. And he will forgive her for her sin. And let her in. Because her only flaw was loving hard. Wanted rock. Wound up sinking. No preserver. Death certificate says suicide. I call it murder. And he’ll get away with it. 

But this isn’t a reality show. Because sometimes When you’re in love, The reality goes. And you’re standing there. In a bunch of feelings you didn’t even know you had, And part of you is going to want to yell “Dad!”. But you can’t because you’re grown. And you should have never brought him home. In the first place. I know it hurts, Just make it to your birthday’. 

It’s taking longer to heal than it should have. Think about the kind of man you could have. If it were supposed to work it would have. Disappointment are accidental. Healing is on purpose. So before you fall into the darkness Pull back the curtains. You must make the rest of you life, The best of your life. 

If you hope to have any life at all. So remember this woman the next time you fall, I met a woman On a bridge. On a ledge. On the edge. Of love and light. Of day and night. Of life. And she asked me for advice. And I told her, Heavy is the head of a woman who carries her crown. And when love leaves you in unfamiliar territory, It is much easie.

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