Don’t Be An Ostrich Like Me

“Of all fortunes and riches, give me ‘help’ and I’ll never lack”- yours truly.

“Sup?”- she said, glancing at me.

I’m 27. I got fired from the only job I ever took serious last week. I took 7 years to get a University degree where my peers used 3. I’ve had eclectic relationships with multiple (#GrossExagerrationAlert) women. I can’t dance to save my life. I don’t know how to make a schedule. I don’t know how to make noodles either.

I’m an introvert who likes people occasionally. Given my mood swings and the effects, there are high chances I am bipolar. I’ve been writing about my personal life ( especially heartbreaks) online since 2012. Even when I changed my relationship status to “engaged” on Facebook, most friends thought it was a joke.

I’ve never had a consist blog. There.

Now that you know I’m not qualified…


The only reason I survived ( apart from the pancakes I’m about to demolish) is because after what I have been through in my personal and professional life, I have always, somehow, been able to make a comeback.

Somehow means I found the thing that allowed me to regain confidence, continue to learn, address my situation and get up from the mess I always seem to make.

Somehow means I sought HELP.


Don’t be an ostrich. Seek help.

In 2011, I had my first real depressive bout. After my results at the university, studying a degree programme I didn’t enjoy ( who wants to be a Medical Lab Scientist anyway?), I felt incredibly powerless at my despair. It was so bad, my kind father had to travel miles from home to find out why I had stopped taking calls.

When my girlfriend left me, I spent a week without talking to anyone. Day one, I cried. Then, questioned myself for the rest. I couldn’t do anything productive. I just sat there. And did nothing.

What I know is that staying where you are and doing what you’ve always been doing won’t change a thing.

Where have you started? What have you done differently this time?

Help came in the form of my mentor. In the form of my colleagues and my friends. In the form of people who saw my pain.

But I had to let them help me.

It doesn’t matter how many numbers you delete from your phone. It doesn’t matter how many Medium articles you read. Or Daily Vees you watch. Or Podcasts

Take action.

Do something.

Try something.

Consuming all the internet won’t teach you as much as actual doing will.

It doesn’t matter who is right or wrong.

In the long run, many things don’t matter. Who was right. Who was dumb. Who made the right choice.

Only the consequences of the actions you take. Everything you’ve done, every choice you’ve made, every decision, has led you to this point.

What matters is what you DO
 And what YOU think.

Staying by yourself seems like the obvious move when you feel like you want to die. 
I’ve been there, and I can tell you, it is the wrong move. Set a timer,take the time you need…then…

Talk to people you trust.

Call someone who loves and respects you. Someone you know you can count on. 
And TALK.

Figure out the next step to take. You don’t have to see the end.

You just need to know the next step.

Don’t know where to start? This article by Bianca Bass resonated with me when I was lost. I read it whenever I feel stuck:


I got fired. I was upset. Part of me is still sad. It doesn’t mean I will wallow and dwell. I’ve taken action.

What about you?

P.S: Ostriches don’t put their heads in the sand when they’re scared. I just wanted to use the imagery. Read the truth here.


Tchassa Kamga lives in Buea, Cameroon. This was written in his pyjamas. At home. Under myopic influence. He has three episodes on his podcast . He also takes blatant pictures on Instagram.

He co-writes with C. Befoune ( he has a not-so secret crush on her) on this publication — Self-ish . Their goal is to share the lessons they’ve learnt from multiple sources in the domains of Self-improvement, Content Creation and Human Relationships.

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