I don’t want to be worried about how many hours of sleep I will get and if I will wake up before my alarm goes off.

I don’t want to be worried about what is going to happen tomorrow or next tomorrow when today has only just started.

I don’t want to be worried about how the year is flying by and how hard it’s been for me to keep up with it.

I don’t want to be worried about my decisions and if they are right or wrong.

I don’t want to be worried about why my face is now acne ridden instead of how it used to be until last year.

I don’t want to be worried that you think I’m a bad friend because I haven’t called you first in months.

I don’t want to be worried that you’re probably acting cool because I complained and will most likely flare up again, very soon.

I don’t want to be worried about the shape of my bum at the moment and how many squats I need to do to get it back in shape again.

I don’t want to be worried about the choices I made in the past because I know I can never do anything about them.

I don’t want to be worried about when my blog will be known by the whole world and if my dream will ever become a reality.

I don’t want to be worried that I may not see what I had been praying for when it comes to me.

I don’t want to be worried about my thoughts and if it’s normal to worry about these things.

Mariam Shittu