Final post.

 

It’s always hard to let go until you finally do, and then it’s somehow the easiest thing ever. 

I have to close this chapter the right way and move on, because; the Naijacollegedork blog has been my brainchild, my refuge, my outlet, my place to make sense of a world that often felt too heavy to carry alone. Back in my fresher days, I never felt understood. I still feel alone sometimes, but it no longer feels foreign. More like a passing shadow compared to the crushing weight I once carried. 

The Naijacollegedork blog made the unbearable feel bearable. It made me feel less alone in a time when I always felt alone. I still feel that way sometimes, but it no longer feels foreign. It feels temporary. Writing here gave me a place to exist and express myself without pretending. A place to speak honestly and still be understood. So many inspirations have touched my life, and if sharing some of them here made even one person out  of our over 7000 readers laugh, think, or feel seen, then it was worth it. Every story here is 100% true. They are nonfictional slices of my life but I  had to separate them from my persona to express them properly.

A piece of advice from my journaling and real life experience is ;Build your sense of self-worth. Don’t chase it from others. Look inward and find it. Protect your focus, your energy, your heart. Don’t scatter yourself under the guise of finding yourself . It splits you in ways you won’t notice until much later.

To the wonderful ladies reading this. Never let anyone make you feel small. You are powerful. You are beautiful. You are enough.

Self-worth and self-esteem are the roots of so much pain, envy, misplaced anger, and destructive attachment among us youth to be fair. At this stage of our lives, we deny our niche and easily predictable motivations constantly. But the truth is, it often comes down to money, hustle, and romance. A lot of times we do not even have a long-term purpose yet, just short-term wins which I personally feel will cumulatively give you purpose in the end.

This isn’t the end of my voice. I will move into other forms of storytelling through other media. Videos. Audio. A community. Heck maybe even the occasional article. Stories don’t stop just because the format changes. But this online journal has come to an end. After 3 years and 11 months. From my very first post on February 15, 2022, until now.

My fellow dorks; Find a way to tell your story. Your truth. Your experience. Nobody else can tell it for you. And someone, somewhere, will learn from it.

And as OLAOLUSLAWN once said in an interview, which I’ll leave you with:
“There’s no final words, only continuing words.”

My YouTube; https://youtu.be/eI1mVhw3wv0?si=5DM8aA1vPNGP9mVm

Here’s To another phase 🥂

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