Sometime last year, I had somewhat the same perspective. Life was just an insipid journey that I had struggled to undertake. The only difference was that I did not attempt to end my life. Waking up every single day was a pain in the ass, so I just set my mind that I was an actress though in an endless play. I did what I had to do as a daughter, sister, employee, citizen, tenant, debtor, but not a friend nor to others or myself. I was the villain actress of the play who killed heroes. Worst, I became an enemy of my own self. I was slowly burying myself in a quicksand.
Back to Igor, scamper saved the lives of his friends. That was when he realized he was not a useless invention. He wanted to live because life is beautiful after all. He had seen his true value and was thankful that he was created.
I became so dumbfounded with the painful reality that life threw upon me. When my cousin died because of committing suicide, I was stuck in silence for more than 30 days. Things happen for a purpose they say. Why do we always blame everything on that purpose. We always have that fear of the unknown. Life is what you make it. I am responsible for my actions. I felt guilty for hating myself because it was equivalent of hating the One who created me. I also am sorry for hurting the people who love me and thankful for those who hurt me. I only have myself to blame because I allowed myself to be bitter.
To my father, you may not be the ideal husband, but your love for me is more than enought to be the best father.
To my cousin, if only I understood you more and had given us the chance to reconcile, I would not miss you this much.
To my friends, thank you for making me feel valuable.
To my broken home, we will always be family.
Healing is a process. I am writing down why I should live.