I sat in front of my laptop, the video still playing in the background. But my mind was elsewhere, focused on the decision I had made. I was going to reach out to my parents, to my aunts, and talk to them about how I was feeling. It wasn't going to be easy, but I knew it was necessary.
As I thought about what I wanted to say, I felt a mix of emotions. There was fear, uncertainty, and anxiety, but there was also determination and hope. I knew that this was just the first step, but it was a step in the right direction.
I took a deep breath and picked up my phone. My hands were shaking slightly as I scrolled through my contacts. I hesitated for a moment before clicking on my mom's number. It rang a few times before she answered.
"Hello, ọkọ mi! How are you?" she asked, her voice warm and caring.
I took another deep breath before speaking. "Mom, I need to talk to you about something," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course, ọkọ mi. What's going on?" she asked, concern creeping into her voice.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of where to start. But then I took a deep breath and began to talk. I told her about how I was feeling, about the uncertainty and the fear. I told her about how I was struggling to find my way, and how I didn't know what the future held.
As I talked, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. It was like a burden I had been carrying for so long was finally being shared with someone else. My mom listened attentively, asking questions and offering words of encouragement.
When I finished talking, there was a moment of silence. I wasn't sure what to expect, but then my mom spoke up. "We're here for you, no matter what," she said. "We'll support you every step of the way."
Tears streamed down my face as I heard her words. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, like I had finally found a lifeline in the midst of uncertainty.
As I talked to my mom, I realized that I wasn't alone. I had people who cared about me, who wanted to help me. And with their support, I felt like I could face anything.
The conversation with my mom was just the beginning. I knew I had to talk to my aunts, to my friends, and to other people in my life. But I was ready. I was ready to take the next step, to face my fears, and to find my way.