Grace Adebayo's Blog

    Dear reader, I never imagined I’d get this far. I never thought my voice would be heard. Even if it was just 20 people. I never thought I’d have a piece that got over 300 views on its first day of release. I never thought I’d have you guys here. I never thought I’d grow up from that girl who thought so less of herself. I grew, I learnt and I loved. Which is why I’m writing this letter to you; my girls. From the bottom of my heart; Girl, I love you and I want you to know the world is large enough for your dreams. You’re strong, talented, beautiful and your struggle only strengthens you. Girl, Wipe Your Tears! It’s your time to shine.   Love, Grace.     We’re Girls.   They bring us up to compete with each other and then tell us we envy each other too much. They tell us we have to fight for attention; not for good things like jobs or our rights which I think could be helpful, but for the attention of men. We’ve had society tell us where our dreams end and how

  Welcome back! Today, I’ll be sharing the Dorothy writing process and things you probably didn’t know about it.   Dorothy. Writing Dorothy gave me the fulfillment I’ve always wanted as a writer. Ideas kept running through my mind and I had a hard time trying to make it a short story. Dorothy could have been much longer but then it wouldn’t be a short story now, would it? I kept overthinking, worried no one would read. I kept reading it over and over, editing again and again until I just returned it to its original version because it didn’t feel original again. Consistency has always been a problem for me. I either give up on the way or just grow lazy. Dorothy makes me happy. It gives me hope that I’m capable of finishing something I started. It was a New Year Resolution and I’m happy it happened. I was so close to dropping it in my archives because I was scared of rejection and failure. Dorothy is the first completed body of work I’ve put out there. Does anyone remember Un

I’ve always believed in the butterfly effect. Everything we do has consequences; good or bad. These days I’ve been watching the hours go by, waiting for my consequence to arrive. I’ve learnt not to rely on others for happiness. I don’t even remember what I’ve been doing these past months.  All had I know is I’ve been waiting. I know it’s been a while I’ve bothered you with my blogposts. Yeah, if I’m being honest, I’ve not been doing too well. I feel like I rescued myself from a dark hole and then got sucked right back in. I’ve been stressing over feminism-related issues. Because honestly, if I don’t talk about it; who will? I know a lot of you think I’m very public with my life, well I’m not. But if talking about my pain instead of holding it back and hiding it from people who need to hear it makes me a public person, then so be it.  Today I’ll be talking about an experience that gave and still gives me chills till now. I think about two weeks ago; I was on an errand for my mom around

Hi! It's been a while, hasn't it?  I'm currently in my bed doing absolutely nothing and I had this idea to write on my blog and I thought, why not? Fear or anxiety can be paralyzing. Most of the time I feel like I'm trapped in my own brain. I feel inconsistent, like one minute I'm happy and then I'm sad. Anxiety often gets the best of me and I don't take it too well.                 Sometimes the fear of what could be takes me captive and I feel helpless. My chest tightens, there's suddenly a lodge in my throat and a cold pit in the bottom of my stomach.       Sometimes my brain gets adaptive to my thoughts and bring them to my dreams. All the scenarios I've imagined in my head start to surface when I'm sleeping and I often wake up with sweat on my forehead,  a physical reminder of the things that went on while I slept.                 Sometimes I just cry, sometimes I bottle it up and pretend not to care, sometimes I go back to sleep