To tell you the truth I don’t know where to start. Until now I was still contemplating to talk about this. After a couple of years, I’m still bothered with my past.
They said, “Your past doesn’t define you or wouldn’t imprison you”. Then why am I worried? Why am I triggered? It feels like its yesterday, honestly. I’m not writing this for you its for myself now.
I want to free myself from my own shadows. That it won’t hurt me and threaten me but it would mold me stronger than drag me unto the rabbit hole again. I don’t want to be in a state that my mind is spiraling and couldn’t wrap my thoughts in, I refused to.
A situation that I wouldn’t want to be in. I refused to be in that situation again. I don’t want to do the same mistake, twice and even thrice. I’d rather chose to be inactive than be active. And I know I’m not alone in this battle. Somehow I’ll find the way out and overcome this feeling.
You’re not a ghost to me anymore rather, a faded memory of my past.
