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27 – the plot twists

Dec
28

Have you ever felt so confused by how everything is turning into unexpected surprises to the point that you get a bit scared of even making plans?

The past few weeks have been rather topsy-turvy, and not necessarily in a good way. It’s like a lot of things going on in my life just suddenly decided to take a wild turn into completely different directions. I know I’ve mentioned this tendency in the previous post or so, but still. The magnitude of this week has been dizzying.

To be honest, I’m not sure this is how I would like to end the year. I try not to be sulky, but now I just don’t see a point in making new year resolutions. But then again, when do we ever get our way over Mother Nature’s wishes? The Universe works in so many different ways, and most of the time it won’t necessarily be the one you agree with. And the earth still spins.

One more week, Wins. One more week until the year ends. While I’m aware that things may not necessarily change for the better right away, but at least something will definitely change for sure.

26 – the love you save

Dec
06

“I think you have to allow people to love you.”

“I just see you as rather being too hard on yourself.”

“Sometimes I can’t tell whether you hate yourself or you’re just really constantly angry at everything.”

You know something needs changing when you get all of the above said to you by different people, within 24 hours.

It doesn’t take much for me to agree that I am my own worst critic. I still cringe every time I get reminded of how much I hated myself back then. Not sure how it came to be, but it turns out that my fight with self-hatred is taking an unbelievably long time to recover from.

From quite early on, I used to deny myself any sense of achievement and instantly tuck everything away in the “glitch in the system / pure luck” folder. Also, blaming myself for everything that happened around me came around almost naturally. Enter repressed grief and a relationship that I was not willing to admit that it was abusive, well.. self-love kind of just kept on sliding down the slope.

Now that I’ve come to think of it, no wonder things got physical for me. Being the psychosomatic mess that I am, the whole works went on. Stress rash, insomnia, liver problems, eating issues, and of course, the icing on the cake, the heart. I became the girl who was cradling a broken heart 24/7, figuratively and literally. And how did I cope with it? Why, through self-deprecating jokes of course. It was only a matter of time until the thoughts came creeping up on me. I’m just glad I’ve always been stubborn enough to just keep thinking “One more day. Just one more day, if that turns out real bad then we bail” (Which I’ve never done up to this moment. Thankfully).

I am getting help. I am working on myself. I am seeking forgiveness from my own being by deciding to finally start taking care of myself. It has been a continuous struggle, I admit, but I have to. I owe it to myself.

Seeing how I’ve always been doing things quite alright, let’s hope this one works out as well. No more relapse.

25 – the eye-opening shock(s) to the heart

Oct
30

Currently sitting in the same spot I’ve always sat on in this all-too familiar airport, I can’t help but to wonder how the hell have I managed to keep my head above water amidst the whirlwind of all weird events that have happened these past few weeks. That, and the fact that my flight might get cancelled since another flight heading the same direction just got cancelled (reason still unknown, but I’ll be damned if it’s the weather).

I guess I’ve finally had my life-changing moment (For the hundredth time, you might say, since my life seems to always take unexpected turns when anyone least expects it. But please bear with me for now.) and these past few weeks I had to learn a couple of hardcore lessons, which gave me the following takeaways:

Be at peace with yourself. The world is rubbish by itself and most likely already fucking you up, no need to add fuel to the fire by fighting your own mind. Accept that things are the way they are right now, and learn to live with it. It took me quite a while to come to terms with this, and I must say it has been my biggest changing point so far. Even problematic breathing becomes easier when you just acknowledge that it’s there and not try to fight it so much.

Time is never on your side. Whatever it is that you’ve been thinking of doing, do it right away. I’ve learned the hard way that The Universe never lets anyone know how long they’ve got, and in most cases, you might not be around long enough to catch up with that one agenda you’ve been putting off. The clock stops when it runs out of battery, but time doesn’t. Just get up and do it already.

The rest of the world won’t care. Now, I don’t mean to get emo and all, but in the end, not everyone will play along with your sob story. You might be at a grave disadvantage, or you might not be able to do some things most people are free to do. The sad truth is, not everyone will have the capacity, or just the will power to sympathize or empathize. As I was told a couple of weeks ago, “At the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter whether you can keep up with the pace, the world doesn’t stop turning for anyone”.

Be thankful. Again, the world is absolutely rubbish right now and I’m sure a lot of people would agree with me on that. Nevertheless, that doesn’t mean there’s nothing to be grateful for. If you’re reading this in a developed country, then this might not seem that much to you. But as someone who actually has to go out of her hometown just to get a whiff of fresh air, I can’t stress enough how this point matters.

I’ve never been much into self-help and getting all wise and shit, but dangit. I pretty much just died and lived to tell the tale. And when you gain new perspectives on life, you just gotta make sure you actually take notes, you know? Just had to post this to remind myself when I need it.

I’ll most probably get all ranty and mouthy come next post, but let this be for the record that I am actually really, really enjoying the fact that I am still alive now.

 

24 – the “oh” moment.

Sep
24

After spending a whole night in the dumps, I just realized that having had heart problems for a while now, I’m most probably one of the biggest experts when it comes to navigating through life with a broken heart.

Oof haha.

Oh come on, don’t we all love a little self-deprecating joke moment every once in a while?

23. the random realization

Sep
09

Funny how things have changed so much within a few years.

I just woke up from my deep slumber, after losing sleep due to nightmares the previous night.

Surprisingly, I woke up feeling so thankful for being so-well rested. And also, I can’t help but to notice the stark change.

I remember a couple of years ago waking up at roughly the same time of morning, only to cry my eyes out due to the fact that I actually still had to wake up and didn’t just go in my sleep.

I see, this has been one of those times when you are really just grateful for the most random moments.