These few weeks have been tough. Behaviour that is beyond my control got to me, I feel mentally tired and burdened. It has been more than 3 years since, and almost a year into this new routine.
I try and occupy my hands with meal preparation, finding comfort in multiple literary audioworks, and clocking steps outdoors.
I read of similar situations, restarted therapy and did not expect tears to return. The tears are from grieving a union that is broken, navigating years alone, and from the actions I had to witness. The tears are also from frustration to have to deal with unnecessary shaking up of things there were heading towards light.
And all these while, I lay low, quiet away from the few friends that I have. It’s a decision I made on my own, I shall bear it alone. Why do I keep thinking that my friends disappointed me by not reaching out?
I can only pray for resilience, for a sound mind and replacement of resentment with gratitude and joy.
Here’s a really beautiful story, about sad yet beautiful one.
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