Have you ever see your mind as a library or store room of many (endless) stuff? Because I do. There are compartments for knowledge, memories, people, favourites, dislikes, etc. And of course, there are overlaps between each other (I mean, that's just how messy I am). And there are some thoughts that have been shut nicely in their own box, kept away, undisturbed. But there are some that are being reopened so many times that I lost count (yes, I am an overthinker - in case you are wondering). And mind you, these are the kind of thoughts that best kept shut - because they hurt.
And I thought I had long forgiven myself (read: self-healing) and moved on. But I proved myself wrong. Every time I am facing a difficulty, these thoughts resurfaced and nudged my sanity over and over again. So I wondered, have I ever healed to begin with?
Why is there so much of resentment and guilt around all these?
What's the line between perseverance and self-love?
How do I keep my sanity and keep on pushing through with a smile on my face?
How do I keep being kind when all I want to do is break down and just cry?
How do I continue giving when I am just filled with void?
Can someone help me?
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