This year has been a rollercoaster ride for me. Everything has happened at a fast pace for me but i think time was really trying to tell me something... the time was always there when i needed it to be in terms of wanting to find the best moment in life to tell my parents of what had happened to me. But this time, time itself had other plans and my first health counselor had told me " there's never a right time" and he was right, there was never going to be this moment in my life where everything would go smoothly and i think that's why it had to happen this way. It was unexpected to me but this whole experience was very unexpecting to my parents. I've learned from this that i kept a lot to myself and it not only hurt me but it ended up really damaging my parents as well because i wasn't as honest as i'd like to be. Of course i never knew exactly how to tell them and what to really tell them.. i never found that right moment but i also didn't want to
A personal blog that show cases the ups and downs of my young adult life and how i'm trying to figure out how to self heal after an overdue time of not taking care of myself.