Thank you for all the lessons, heart-breaking moments, and beautiful pain you’ve given. All the cheers, the darks, the feels, they trully enriched my journey.
Never did I expect to encounter such a huge struggle, the one which kicked me down, to the lowest point of my life. After all, through the struggle I knew that God is real. He was there even when I questioned Him, He assured me everytime I doubted. Even at the time I shouted voiceless cry, I felt His presence embraced me.
Through you I know that God is serious with my life. He even bothered breaking me to heal me in return. Surely great things will come, I’ll just have to wait for His time.
Thank you for reminding me that I am weak. Ha, that girl who once tried to conquer the world is actually vulnerable. Thank you, for through the valley I knew that I am loved. That I can’t stand alone, that I need other people to help me, that I am as fragile as glasses. That people do care, friends and family, they are there to support me with open hands.
“Depression can happen to anyone, and it’s fine,” I kept telling myself. To be honest, it’s pathetic to see myself in a restlessness condition, unable to do even the smallest daily task. Normal outside but broken inside. It hurts to recognize that I still have the trauma, but yeah, it’s fine.
Memories in a glass box 