Hi Self,
How are you? How are you coping up? I know this is too sudden but you know how it is right? I mean it’s the usual 3 a.m. wherein you get tangled up with random thoughts. How long has it been since you last confided in me? The last time we had a talk? I can’t seem to remember. I guess I’m not getting any younger either.
By the way, do you still wake up in the middle of the night just to find your self crying? Or sleep is having a hard time paying you a visit again these days?
I would love to hug and pat you on the back while saying “everything will be okay” yet I won’t. Why? Because I know everything IS NOT OKAY. I know that it’s not and it won’t be. The endless agony are hiding somewhere and pops up once in a while. Too tiring, yes, but what else could you do? You are alone.
But hey, you’ve won too many battles now and here you are, still standing strong. Doing the same old mess yet still trying to win those nightmares and making life out of it. To be precise, it means you survived and is still trying to win life over.
Basically what I’m trying to say is that, you’re doing great. Not perfect but great. So just hang in there okay?
Somewhere, someplace, maybe someone’s praying for you.