Before we enter the truth is stranger than fiction realm where my 9-5 job has left me penniless, I’ll be honest with my intentions for writing this blog mini series;
- To call the lab out on its appalling business practices
- To entertain and encourage y’all to look through the website, a girl is down but not out and these bills have got to get paid so I’m offering heavy discounts on resumes writing and other services contacts are on the website, do reach out.
- To give y’all a little of an insight into mental wellness and the state our country is in
- Last but not least to share my passion project and hopefully get your support
And now that house keeping is out of the way we can get straight into it…
It’s Tuesday 25th of May 9:50am, I’m sitting here on my bed listening to the ever so annoying generator sound bellowing below with a pit in my stomach. That all too familiar pit we have when we know things are not going well and will most likely not end well for us. It’s crazy how I find myself in a position where I’m not sure how the rent, food, medications, Wi-Fi will be paid for end of the month hahhahaha…calculating how to ration my medication that keeps me balanced which I reality isn’t possible…it’s funny but not really funny.
To understand we have to start form the last quarter of 2020 where the now dubbed Fintech Lab Con began, it is/was a long con but what the end result was meant to be even I don’t know, if anyone can see the wall I’m headed into feel free to let me and everyone else know..
There I am proudly graduating from the 10week online Mental Health Championship Training end of 2020 which had been a rough recovery year for me that was now poised to end on a great note.
Brief glace at the past for some context, the Mental Health Championship Training was a key step in my recovery from a particularly dark bipolar episode that kicked off in 2018 if I’m not wrong, I was in my room for 3months, the house for an additional 5months, mind was swirling with negative thoughts, not sleeping, gaining weight and did endure two suicidal episodes during that period. I was drowning in hopelessness and in a last ditch effort to clear my conscience I sought help after the second episode, while it was a totally half hearted effort here I am today.
Treatment saved my life because without it I would not be here causing all this ruckus lols. The championship training has been a key pillar in the arduous recovery journey and rebuilding, moreover it got me to a place where I could work again, the ‘final’ step to restoring my well-being I would call it.
I was on my way to my aunt’s house in Ngong where I was staying at the time, I was from a K24 interview when I got a call from an old friend who was inquiring if I was available to work on a mental health project his company was working on. It caught me by surprise because I had just decided that I was well enough to return to the workforce, it felt destined…The opportunity to lead a national mental health campaign was too good to pass up so I quickly grabbed to opportunity and started in the Lab in January of 2021. The pay was not to my market rate(no even close if were being honest)but being an entrepreneur I know one has to pay their dues and make sacrifices for the bigger picture, more so for mental health projects. The first month passed and I had issues regarding my engagement, It gave me pause as it really did not make sense that I had to literally had to chase down my boss and directors to have it resolved. Yeah turned out to be a slow and steady ride to destination Ozzy Man wink wink hahahaha
*As you read this just keep in mind that I am the resident mental health champion at the lab.
Within a month I realized that in order for me to make this job and project work I would have to change my lifestyle as I knew it for the greater good of the mental health space, which was a small price to pay in my eyes.
The nagging feeling of “is everything really kosher” kept surfacing and my emotions of the moments when I had resolved to take my own life during the depths of my illness 3years ago are always close to my heart suppressed it. I eerily recall one of my last cognizant thoughts were “If only I knew what mental illness was earlier in life I would have had a fighting chance”.
There I was back in the workforce working on a mental health campaign in an office that is full of young energetic coders, designers, project managers, sales and other departments included, the work environment is very conducive if I must say. The offices are beautiful and there is always an unceasing flow of people of import walking the company halls from government officials, celebrities, CEO’s, international investors and others alike. It’s a very impressive spectacle and I will confess it gave me comfort irrespective of what my gut was telling me. I convinced myself that their intentions had to be genuine because the latter is just too outrageous even outlandish to fathom.