Silver Argent

This thing will leave you with no choice but to persevere and continue to hope that things will get better.

Setbacks are inevitable.

Healing is not linear.

It’s all so much easier said than experienced.

I feel a lot of things:

Anger. Disappointment. Frustration.

They tell me they admire my strength.

But all I want to hear is validation: “No, it’s not okay. Yes, it sucks.”

It’s going to be a long road.

It’s going to be full of uncertainty.

It’s going to be difficult.

But it will teach you to practice gratitude.

It will teach you to appreciate the wins no matter how small they are.

It will propel you to reflect and evaluate your surroundings, people and things

It will allow you to realize that life will never be the same again.

But it will be okay, eventually.

Like a caterpillar going through metamorphosis. It will naturally transform into a butterfly.

Like a spring flower when it blooms, with the right conditions. But it takes time.

Quick or slow, everything in this life is impermanent.

Fear of the future is consuming me.

My mind is begging for peace and solitude from these intrusive thoughts.

Seeing her in a hospital gown, saying goodbye to her family, entering a world of unconsciousness in just seconds.

3 months later and it still feels like yesterday.

Healing has no timeline.

Trigger points have no timeline.

Making everyone happy is an unattainable goal.

Sipping my coffee and enjoying this spectacular view.

The sun stretching its golden arms while I soak in the waterfront view from the dining table.

From my view, the living room looks messy from the previous game night with my friends. I didn’t bother to tidy it up yet. I was never a fan of leather furniture anyway, and the view was too gorgeous to miss out.

The front balcony door is cracked open and the cool breeze moving my front hair strands. It feels refreshing on my skin. It’s not too hot and not too cold. It’s just the perfect amount of warm and cool.

I’m wearing my favorite floral dress, perfect for my beach date later in the day.

My gratitude journal is sitting on the dining table waiting to be filled with an extensive list tonight just after I come back here to my seat for my favorite time of the day – the sunset.

In life, we get to make a lot of choices and take different roads, willingly

But we never choose to be sick

It’s chosen for us, forcefully