The week had been very intense. Actually, it was very awful. I had asked myself, ''Oh, depression! Who art Thou?'' Why do I always pressure myself? Why am I the perfect perfectionist, that I am? Will life get any better? The kind Goddess proved to be the worst of it's kind. After sucking the entire life out of me, she was content. And I, having made the greatest sacrifice of myself, lost everything that I held very dear. The sacrifice made had been huge. A piece of my soul, a chunk of my heart and all of my happiness. The goddess had won. Who am I to deny her?
There I was, crying myself to sleep the entire day. Why isn't there a soul to care? Well, the soul there had been sacrificed. So there was no soul left to care.
As I sat under the Jujube tree, after months of my brain asking me to kill myself, here I was writing my blog. Putting to words exactly how I felt. Why me?
Oh, all those questions to which we never know the answer to. I constantly raked my brain and asked myself what I did wrong to deserve all this? And the number of times I begged God for His mercy. And the number of times He answered and asked me to wait.
And right there, the answer was. Just wait. And why couldn't I wait?
Suddenly I had a vision. I wasn't exactly a vision. It was more of a fantasy. There was a man walking beside me. I was content and happy. Then there was this little boy who questioned every little thing as we walked through the barren land. And there I was, explaining him carefully. And the man beside me was happy. I was happy. Maybe there was a promising life after. Maybe there was a life that I fantasised.
It was 6:50 p.m. on Sunday evening. The 13th of March 2022. I felt completely at ease. I was content. I finally felt, I was at home. The breeze, pleasant; the summer, merciful; and the night, brighter. The fireflies were dancing their lives away. What more can I ask for?
