Hello Inspirer . Let me tell you about a date I had years ago. It was one of those perfect Kumasi evenings where the air was warm and smelled like promise. Everything was going great. We were laughing, the conversation flowed, and I was doing my best "cool, calm, and collected" impression. Inside, though? I was a mess. I was silently freaking out about a huge work presentation the next day. My palms were sweating, and my mind was racing. He asked me what I was thinking, and for a split second, I considered telling him the truth. But I didn't. I smiled and said, "Oh, just how nice this is." And just like that, a tiny, invisible wall went up between us. I chose performance over presence. Sound familiar? For so long, I thought the key to being loved was to be perfect. To be strong, unshakable, and have it all together. Vulnerability? That felt like weakness, like handing someone a detailed instruction manual on how to hurt you. It turns out, I had it completely b...

Hello Inspirers.  Ever found yourself staring at the ceiling at 2 AM, phone in hand, wondering if the epic saga of your relationship is a timeless romance or… something else? Yeah, me too. We’ve all been there. You’re caught in this whirlwind of emotion so intense, so all-consuming, that you’re sure it has to be love. It has the same butterflies, the same late-night talks, the same feeling of someone just getting you. But sometimes, underneath all that glitter, there's a different current pulling you along. It's a current that feels a lot like love, walks like love, and talks like love, but it’s actually its sneaky, more desperate cousin: attachment. Untangling the two can feel like trying to separate two strands of cooked spaghetti. It's messy and confusing. I spent years convinced I was a connoisseur of grand, romantic love, only to realize I was mostly just terrified of being alone. That realization changed everything. So, let's get into it. Let's talk about the ...

Do you remember the beginning? The stolen glances, the electricity of a simple touch, the conversations that lasted until 3 a.m.? It felt like a current was running through your life, a vibrant, unshakeable energy source fueled by one person. Fast forward a few years. Life happens. The mortgage, the career goals, the never-ending laundry pile, and the comfortable, predictable rhythm of a shared life. It's a good life, a stable one. But somewhere along the way, that electric current can feel like it's been downgraded to a low-power mode. The conversations become a series of logistical questions. "Did you take out the trash?" "What's for dinner?" The comfortable silence that was once filled with unspoken understanding now just feels... quiet. You look at the person next to you on the couch, scrolling through their phone while you scroll through yours, and a terrifying thought might bubble up: "Have we become roommates?" I’ve been there. It’s a qu...