Needles, Healing, and a Little October Calm.

Notes from a Recovering Babe.

I did a little October dump on Snapchat; oh, before you rush off to check my story, relax. It’s on a private story, exclusive to a few people (mostly close friends). Usually, I’m not one to care much about monthly dumps, the vibe comes and goes.

But for October, I wanted to. Mostly because the past few months have been a battle, literally fighting for my life. I’ve spent nights in hospital, moved between hospitals, and labs and had needles in my veins almost every day, first daily, then weekly, until things finally began to calm down.

So when October came, I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew what I wanted: peace, sanity, recovery, and my normal life back beyond hospital walls. It wasn’t a crazy month, just calm. For the first time in a while, I only had one needle prick, right at the start of the month. That alone made October feel a lot lighter than September, which left me with enough cannula scars to last a lifetime.

This piece isn’t really about those weeks, I just felt you deserved a little update before rolling your eyes and saying, “This unserious babe that disappears and reappears again.”

Anyway, barely a week (or maybe ten days) after that chaos, I had to put on my boss hat again for my brand’s exhibition at the UI’SU Trade Fair. If you’re curious how that went, check out our Instagram page: @1704_by_themmie. Don’t even ask where I got the strength from, it was nothing short of God’s grace and the unwavering support of everyone who showed up for me. Oh, and before I forget, we have another exhibition coming up on the first Wednesday and Thursday of November at the International Conference Centre (ICC), UI.

While putting together the October dump, I realized I barely have pictures of myself. The last post even had a caption that read, “I need to take more pictures of myself.” A few hours later, while searching for something else, I stumbled upon a photo from a few months ago that never made it past my gallery. I posted it, and Dan commented, “Sometimes it just really hits me that you’re a ridiculously gorgeous babe… take more pictures.” I laughed, of course, and told him I was going to write tonight, because apparently, I need more photographs.

Now, my photographer friends will probably come for me because I’m always saying I don’t have professional pictures. Even when they offer me free sessions, I somehow manage to decline. It’s not that I don’t want them, I do, but I dread the mental preparation that comes with choosing outfits and the rest of it. So, if you ever plan to surprise me with something, here’s your clue: just plan the shoot. I’ll show up; just don’t make me plan it.

All that said, when you see me, especially on days when I look really gorgeous, take a video or picture of me. But I beg you, read the room. If it’s clearly not the moment, resist the urge. And if you’re going to take the shot, make sure you know your angles, I don’t want to find unpleasant pictures of me living rent-free on your phone. (Not kidding guyssss!)

I hope I write to you again soon.
Just a little reminder, we have 61 days left in this year. That’s more than enough time to start something new, make progress, or simply breathe and enjoy how far you’ve come. Don’t count the days; make the days count.

All my love.💕

🎶 Greatest Love of All - Whitney Houston