Bay Getrude

We pretend to be strong, yet we are dying inside. We have scarred and we continue to break with every relationship we touch...and we feel no one understands how we feel. I'm welcoming you to come and relate. Join us again this week for our FREE weekly Support Group therapy.

It all worked out.

Well deserved Bukayo, well deserved!❤️🏆

A thread to celebrate winning the Premier League with @Arsenal's players 🧵🎉 🏆 Gabriel

Greatest picture I have laid eyes on

❤️🤍🏆 Arsenal lift Premier League trophy after winning the title 2025/26! ✨

🤍❤️ Bukayo Saka: “We made it happen!”.

LIFT IT UP ©️

Bottle this feeling 🍾

We all deserve this ❤️

But where are such things when other teams win ?

Saw a patient today with a hemoglobin of 1.9 g/dL. For context, a level that low is almost incompatible with normal consciousness, but she walked right into the clinic on her own feet. For three long years, she lived with crushing weakness and since last 6 months breathlessness from just walking across a room. Why didn’t she get help sooner? At first, it was because the kids had crucial school exams and later her husband was reluctant to deal with the hassle of a hospital admission. Her health was treated as a background inconvenience. When we dug deeper, it got worse. A year ago, her Hb was 6.4 g/dL. A doctor explicitly told them she needed immediate admission. The family refused, walked out with a basic strip of iron tablets, she took them for two weeks, forgot about them, and nobody in the house ever bothered to check on her or remind her. She didn't even come to the hospital today because of the air hunger. She came because her periods had completely stopped for months. Her body was so profoundly starved of iron and oxygen that it literally shut down her reproductive axis just to divert what little blood she had left to her heart and brain. It’s completely heartbreaking. A woman will literally bleed her body dry, gasp for air for years and keep working silently, only to be brought to a doctor when her normal functioning stops. Please check on the women in your homes. Stop letting them normalize chronic exhaustion.

@DocPriyamMD That was my mom

Two days ago, I drove into town after work, parked my car and went inside the complex. About 45 minutes later, I returned to find my car sparkling clean, with water still on the ground. Someone had washed it. As I admired it, a young boy walked up to me, bowed, and said, "Sir, I washed it. It’s free, but I would appreciate anything you can give." I was moved. I gave him 2,000 naira. The joy on his face was incredible. He nearly lay flat on the ground to thank me. I called him back and asked why he was doing this kind of work. He said he had finished secondary school, had no interest in university, and wanted to learn welding to become a professional. He was saving up for it. I saw zeal and honesty in his eyes. He told me his parents had four children and shared them among different relatives. He ended up with an uncle who cared little about him. After a long conversation, we exchanged contacts and I promised to get back to him. Today, I took him to register with a good welder I know. Since the place is far from his area, I will cover his daily lunch and transportation. He will learn four days a week and use the remaining three days to rest, sort himself out, and help his uncle. I also spoke with his parents, who were very grateful. He starts tomorrow. I am glad I could take one child off the street. Above all, love God.

Friday: 14-year-old student defending gender violence and femicide. I reported it to the principal who talked to him and had him apologize to the class. Monday: His dad shows up at school to validate his son’s behavior, accusing us of oppressing the boy. Tuesday: The student gets together with a handful of just like him and they organize a boycott of my class. Didn’t work. Wednesday (today): He threw a chair at a female classmate. She lost a tooth. Only child, daddy’s little princess, her dad is some high-ranking officer. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings 🙂 ~ anonymous

A coworker died yesterday morning😭. ​HR knew by 9 :00 AM, but they kept us working all day. They finally told us around 4 :30 PM, then had the nerve to say, "You can head home early if you need to"—knowing we all finish at 5: 00 PM anyway. ​This morning, it’s back to "business as usual." Some of my friends are literally sobbing at their desks, but they’re expected to work and be productive. No time to grieve. ​It’s a cold reality. Within a week, the company will have his job posted online. Within a month, someone else will be sitting in his chair. ​But his family ,his children will still talk about him every day,they will ask where is daddy , His wife will mourn him for ages ,he was the love of her life . ​At work, we are just a "resource" that can be replaced in a week. At home, we are the world. Stop giving your best energy to a desk that will forget you, and giving the "leftovers" to the people who never will.

Getting your spark back after going through silent battles is such a great feeling

I LEFT MY NEWBORN WITH MY MOM SO I COULD SLEEP ONE FULL DAY... THEN I WOKE UP TO 63 MESSAGES CALLING ME A MONSTER. 💔💔💔😭 That morning, I knew only one thing: If I didn't rest, something inside me was going to break. Not metaphorically. For real. I pulled up to my mom's house at 7 a.m. I don't even remember the whole drive. I only remember pulling over twice because my hands were shaking on the wheel and my vision kept blurring. I wasn't crying. I was empty. When my mom opened the door, she looked at him first. "Is he okay?" "He is, "I said. "I'm not." "I need sleep. Not a nap. Real sleep. If I don't... I'm going to collapse." She stared at me like she was deciding whether I was exaggerating.

cooking here is definitely cheaper than therapy

I think it’s really important that we find the time to do nothing, just absolutely nothing. Just rest.