I despise going through old journal entries. Most of the time, it is absolutely painful to remember how I used to communicate not even two years ago.
But through the ditches, there is a sliver of gold.
And I found one I wrote in 2009. It was a text from my Kuya Marlon.
And it read:
I’m ok here, Ianne.
It’s always raining here, too. There’s a storm here.
Yan, I miss you too.
I love you. Give my regards to your mom and dad.
You be careful there, Ianne.
Your Kuya is here.
-Kuya Marlon
Moving.
Just a quick update.
I am still (full-time) jobless. But I am doing SO MUCH BETTER since my last post. I have been seeing a therapist for the past month and she has helped me reframe my situation. And made me realize not to be so hard on myself.
Life is not back to 100%, but by the grace of God, I am making it day by day. That’s all you can ask for.
Have a blessed week <3
