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27/10/2023

A Little about Myself

BEING DIFFERENT

We all have differences and stories about our childhood,lives, and how we deal with people. Well, in my case I guess I am indeed different. I was the girl who doesn't talk much. Instead I create my own world, in my head. I am the girl whom sometimes can be called "weird". The girl who is obsessed with galaxies,stars,planets and everything about Science. Staying inside my bubble gave me a reason to learn more. I've learned several languages:Russian,Italian and French. I wasn't very fluent since learning a language takes a lot of time and effort. The funny thing is that when I try to construct my own sentence I mix them up, which annoys me so much. But, I thought staying inside my bubble, my comfort zone is good enough. But I was wrong. Very wrong.

While I was busy obsessing about Science and languages, and being a "nerd" if that's what others call it, I didn't realize there is still a big world outside. I didn't realize I was being left out, just because I was busy creating my own world. Whenever I try to socialize and meet people, I have this feeling where you start sweating and your heart palpitates so hard it would have gotten out of your chest if it wasn't for your ribs,it was the worst feeling. The feeling of being out of place. Being different is difficult, no one can understand you. There is no one to share your thoughts with. You are afraid to talk to people because you think they might judge you, or talk behind your back. I get that feeling. Even our neighbors doesn't see me often because I was always staying home, afraid to go out. At first, I thought I was just a form of shyness. I was wrong. Again. Social Anxiety disorder, is an intense persistent fear of being watched or judged by others. Well, as what they call a nerd, I found out I have SAD through the internet. I searched through types of disorders and their symptoms, I searched through psychologists and medical doctors who can have the information I needed and I've read books. I have SAD and I kept it a secret. I didn't let my intrusive thoughts consume me, so instead of overthinking, I tried to fight it off. I made friends and tried to socialize. I was doing great so far.

There is much more than just staying in my comfort zone. I realized there is much more in this world, a lot of opportunities. I thought making friends is like climbing the top of the Mt. Everest but I was wrong, it was a piece of cake. A little talk, and boom. You've got youself a new friend. I just wish I tried to come out of my comfort zone sooner, it was a lot of fun. "Sometimes the best things in life are unexpected". Faith Sullivan is right. It was unexpected for me to make new friends, socialize and adjust. It's even unexpected that I am writing this. Creating your own world inside your head isn't bad, just make sure you don't get stuck, or else you will regret it. Just like me.

Wanted to post my journalism entry😅

15/09/2023

A SHORT STORY

I never left her side, I was always there–waiting for her to finally wake up and tell her all the things that she'd missed. I hold her hand tightly, afraid that if I let go, I would loose her–forever.
I waited, until months passed that felt like years. The doctors told me that it's impossible for her to wake up, they even gave me the paper where I'm supposed to sign that signifies I'm allowing them to pull her life support, but I refused because I still hope that she would wake up–my Sunshine–my precious angel.
One day, something unexpected happened. Her index finger twitch, I thought I was imaginig things but then it moved again, for the second time,and third, and then fourth.My Sunshine is finally awake.
She slowly opened her eyes, she examined the room before her gaze is fixed on me. God, those eyes–I missed them,as much as I missed her.
I gave her a small smile and she started tearing up. I walked up to her and wiped her tears with my thumb. She's breathing heavily.
"Lennox," she sobbed. I touched her cheek,"I'm here, My Sunshine, I'm here, you don't need to worry anymore."
"I won't be–able to–last–long," she said between heavy and difficult breaths.
I clutched her hand "don't," I felt a single tear fall from my eye "don't say that–the doctors are doing everything the can–and–and look at you–you're awake, it's a good sign, you're going to recover."
She smiled, a wry smile "Just promise me one thing—promise me that—you will take care—of yourself,okay."
"No, Claire we–will take care of each other you're not going to leave me"
"You're not the one who gets–to decide"
I fell silent, she's right I'n not the one who gets to decide.
"I want to sleep," she said. As long as I heard those words I know I can't do anything. I know I had to let her go, but I can't–I just can't imagine my life without her. She is My Sunshine, the reason why I still wake up every single day. If I let her go this time, I'm nobody. My life will have no purpose
"I love you," she whisphered, and with that she started closing her eyes back,tears falling down to her now pale cheeks. I can feel her hand slip from mine and her electronic monitor is now all in flatline. I sat there motionless as river of tears fall on my cheeks.
And her last words broke me. I hope I could've done something.
She's gone. Forever.

I am breathing heavily as cold sweat covered my body. It's been almost a year since she died but her last moments always come back–every night–in a form of a nightmare. I sat up, reached for the alcohol in my nightstand and drank straight from the bottle. I know she wanted me to take care of myself but I wanted to forget, and alcohol seems to work for that. I glaced at her photo in the nightstand "Oh Claire, why did you leave me too soon? You know I couldn't leave without you."
"Just take me already!" I yelled. "Please, I miss you so much."

Rhy Pilapil Aniel

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