u/Deep-Comfortable-512

Hi everyone,

I’m considering moving to Kenya initially for around 3 months, and if things go well and I’m able to find work, I might stay long term. I wanted to ask foreigners/expats about their experiences there, especially regarding safety, daily life, and the job market.

I’m interested in teaching at an international school, and I have a Master’s degree from Europe, so I’d also love to hear from anyone working in education there. How difficult is it to find teaching jobs as a foreigner? Is the market competitive? Are salaries generally enough for a comfortable life?

Also, I’m visibly foreign, so people can usually tell right away that I’m not local, and I’m wondering whether that changes anything in terms of safety, harassment, scams, attention, etc.

I’d really appreciate honest experiences from people who’ve lived there, especially women or solo foreigners. What cities or areas felt safest to you? Anything you wish you knew before moving?
Thank you :)

Yesterday I had a dream about my sister who passed away.

Before it, I had another dream where we were dancing together and she was being silly and happy, and I really enjoyed that.

Then there was another dream where we were sitting and talking, and I asked her what her favorite memory with me was. She said something about this time we were in IKEA and I got her spaghetti and rice together because she didn’t know what to choose, and I told her she could have both. I don’t know if that memory is even real or not because I don’t fully remember it in real life, but somehow when she said it in the dream, I understood what she was referencing.

We were just talking and having a good time, and then I asked her, “Where are you now? What’s the place called where you are?”

The second I asked it, I felt like I shouldn’t have asked that question. I was terrified, and she looked terrified too.

Then suddenly there was a feather. I think I maybe something came, but I never actually saw it. At first I thought I was the one dying. But then she said she was scared of dying, and I held her hand until she let go.

I don’t know what any of this means, but it’s been stuck in my head all day.

Sometimes I feel like I died and I’m already in hell.
I overdosed so many times, really mixed things that would have killed somebody, but I didn’t die. And yet my life feels so bad, I feel so trapped. I feel so lonely, I feel so stuck that it feels like I’m currently in hell.

I feel like I will never die. Maybe because I’ve died and this is hell.

I know that sounds crazy but sometimes that’s genuinely how it feels.

I’m on antipsychotics for bp1. I don’t feel like this is psychosis anymore. It really does feel like hell. It feels like I died and can’t die anymore to escape