I make a point to write a post at the end of every December to reflect on the past year. And like clockwork, my brain just begins the process of filtering through memories from the last 12 months
One and a half years gone. And I don’t wake up reeling in pain anymore. There are no more tears to cry, they’ve dried up months ago. It’s a strange thing to say but I’m no longer afraid to go to places
It’s been a while since I last woke up this early. The sky is dark out, sunrise not quite breaking through the skyscrapers that surround me just yet. Everything is calm and peaceful, eerie almost. My drive to the airport was uneventful
Don’t think it’s quite set in yet. The loss is shocking and the pain so tangible. There aren’t words adequate enough to describe this disbelief
If you’ve been here long enough, you would know that I’ve always been very open about my life and experiences. So it’s no secret that 2020 was a shit show for me. Those who know me well would be able to tell you that I’m a pessimist