Being aware that I am not the only one who's grieving still for a long while now is somehow comforting. I thought I was the only person stuck on that certain situation—I felt like I was on my own standing on the same spot and position; I was wrong. There are people alike me who still couldn't find the right words to describe a pain they've been—and still going—through; there are ones who share the same emotions I have, that we have moved forward with life but once reminded that a specific instance had happened and it caused too much torment, we feel like we really didn't get pass through the happenstance, like we never started the healing journey—but we really did. It just that, feeling this way is also part of the process—I needed to accept this truth.
And I no longer blame myself for being like this—I think it will always be part of who I am as a person. I just need to be reminded at times that yes, I was in deep pain, but I kept going; I may see myself as someone who never moved on from that agony, but others saw me thrived. I've come a long way to be here still.
