DIARY OF A UIMSAITE
Dear Diary,It feels like 2020 all over again. I’m not much for romanticizing mental health terminology, but this really feels like PTSD. At least, in 2020, I didn’t have much to look forward to. But this year was my year, or it was supposed to be.So, today, I woke up at 7am to prepare Mimi and Daniel for school. E remain small, bus driver for leave pikin for my hand. Anyway, after I was done with the most challenging part…