She called me up, yesterday; sweet and jovial as usual- then somewhat hesitant at the end- when she asked whether I was free to meet up for coffee. That she has a nagging issue she’d like to talk about.

And thinking of her well being, and wiling as ever, I said of course I was free.
So we meet for coffee. And she begins, “It’s about your nude photos online…I am concerned,” she says; and touching my hand affectionately the way one does when denying a child a cookie, she adds, “Perhaps you should tone it down…”

And I smile kindly and gently touch her lips with the tip of my finger, asking for a minute to say something myself.
And in that minute I asked her, “Do you know of my persistent depression and suicidal thoughts I have had for years?”
She nodded, sympathetically I think.
“…but you were never concerned enough to speak of that over coffee, were you?” I asked her.

We have not spoken since. I doubt we ever will.
Because you don’t need people in your life, who think you’re better off dead, than alive and naked and liberated.


7 Comments Add yours

  1. Abigail says:


  2. This couldn’t have been said better. It shows the type of people we surround ourselves with

    1. hellenmasido says:

      It does and I’m more and more careful who I invite into my life.

  3. mercymathitu says:

    Awesome post, of course we should get rid of the negativities, its a lesson well taught.

  4. Xavier says:

    Been following up on your stories, you are an inspiration.

  5. marieolivia says:

    Wowmygad. Great post.

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