Letters to Myself

I feel like I'm at a point where I don't really know myself, my desires, or my future anymore. Everything feels blurred and mixed together. There are things I desperately want, but I’m terrified of being disappointed again. I am afraid that chasing my dreams might drag me back into that same darkness era I fought so hard to escape.

But at the same time, I know I cannot just stay in my comfort zone. A safe space can be deceptive; it makes me complacent and tricks me into forgetting my dreams, making it feel like everything is already done and there is nothing left to chase.

So here I am, still questioning my life and doubting my choices. Is it wrong? Is it right? I don't always know. But in the midst of the confusion, I have to keep anchoring myself. I have to remind my heavy heart that as long as I am walking on Allah's path, everything will eventually be okay.

You question yourself.

You doubt your life.

You feel miserable some days.

This means you're still open to growth.*

*) Brianna Wiest 101 Essays that will Change the way You Think (p. 45)

Yesterday, right after I got home, a friend texted me out of the blue and asked me to join our school reunion. Without thinking twice, I agreed, got ready, and headed straight to her house so we could go together. Before we left, my mom mentioned that I might run into an old friend from senior high school. He is currently teaching at my old junior high, and my mom still remembers him fondly—he was the only boy who came to visit my father when he was in the hospital.

When we arrived, I didn't even notice him until he approached me first! His eyes lit up with genuine joy when he saw me. It has been almost 8 or 9 years since we last crossed paths. He smiled and greeted me enthusiastically, and we caught up for a moment. He asked what I was up to these days, and I told him that I teach English. Shortly after, I excused myself to go greet some other friends.

I don't know why, but his smile left me feeling so calm. I still remember how back in high school, we used to argue about absolutely everything; he was stubborn, but he was also a great leader. Yet, right beside him, I always felt like I could be completely myself. I don't know his current relationship status, but as far as I know, he hasn't married yet.

Am I falling in love? Is it love at first sight? Wait... after everything I’ve been through in my darkness era, am I really allowed to feel this again? Why does meeting him make me this happy?

My mind is spinning, and I don't fully understand what I'm feeling just yet. But I’ve decided to let it be. If we are destined to be in each other's lives, the universe will always find a way to bring us back together.

What is the most important things that must happen today?*

The most important thing is that I can teach my class about "family" well. To be honest, I am very nervous today. Sometimes I still get confused between cousin, nephew, and niece. I feel scared because I am not teaching children today; I am teaching teachers from another school.

But I believe that if I study hard, I can do it well. Teachers are human too. We are not always perfect or clever. Teachers can feel nervous, overthink, and make mistakes sometimes. However, we must face every problem. We can only control our preparation, and the rest is out of our control. Keep it up! You can do it!

*) Brianna Wiest 101 Essays that will Change the way You Think (p. 138)

Aku sedih, aku kecewa, aku marah, dan juga kesal. Sesuatu yang sangat ingin aku dapatkan, ternyata belum bisa diwujudkan saat ini. Aku terpaksa harus mengalah pada keadaan. Aku tahu, melangkah nekat pun belum tentu menjadi jalan terbaik, karena kondisi mentalku belum benar-benar dinyatakan pulih sepenuhnya oleh psikiater—meski terkadang ego di kepalaku merasa bahwa aku baik-baik saja.

Beberapa teman di tempat kerja mulai menyadari perubahanku. Sikapku kini lebih banyak diam. Terkadang, aku memilih untuk melipat tangan dan tidur sejenak di atas meja kerja, sekadar mengistirahatkan pikiran sembari menunggu jadwal kelas berikutnya. Aku pun merasakannya; ada bagian dari diriku yang berubah sejak depresi itu bertamu ke hidupku. Aku tidak lagi seberisik dulu. Kini, aku lebih nyaman diam dan mendengarkan ketimbang mengobrol ramai ke sana kemari. Energi mental yang kupunya terlalu berharga untuk dihabiskan tanpa arti.

Di tengah kesunyian ini, riuh kecemasan tentang masa depan kerap datang mengetuk. Namun, aku segera tersadar: siapakah aku? Aku hanyalah manusia yang hanya mampu menyusun rencana di atas kertas, sementara Allah adalah Sang Maha Pembuat Skenario, penentu mutlak yang memegang kendali atas setiap ketukan takdir. Lantas, kenapa aku harus merisaukan hari esok secara berlebihan?

Keinginan yang harus tertunda hari ini bisa jadi adalah cara lembut Allah untuk menyelamatkanku dari jurang-jurang tak terlihat, yang mungkin saja menyeretku kembali ke lembah gelap yang mengerikan. Allah begitu menyayangiku. Pintu itu ditutup rapat agar aku berbelok arah, mencari pintu-pintu lain yang lebih aman, tanpa harus memaksa mentalku hancur dan jatuh ke lubang luka yang sama.

Walau hati kecil terkadang goyah dan tergiur oleh nominal angka, aku mengingatkan diriku lagi: jika kupaksakan, prosesnya akan jauh lebih menyakitkan. Aku bisa saja terhempas lebih keras hingga sulit untuk kembali ke titik normal. Tidak apa-apa jika dunia melihatku terlambat. Bisa jadi, keterlambatan yang selama ini kutangisi justru adalah pelindung yang sedang menuntunku pada peluang-peluang baru yang jauh lebih indah.

Menangis dan bersedihlah jika hari ini terasa berat, tapi jangan pernah putus asa. Tertutupnya satu pintu hanyalah tanda bahwa perjalananmu belum selesai; kamu hanya diminta untuk mencari dan mengetuk pintu-pintu lain. Tenanglah, Allah menjagamu dengan teramat sangat. Ingat itu selalu.

Sudah direncanakan, sudah diusahakan dengan seluruh tenaga, tapi kalau takdirnya belum tiba, selalu saja ada jalan penghalang yang menghentikan langkah. Namun, di sinilah aku belajar: tertutupnya satu pintu bukan aba-aba untuk menyerah pada keadaan. Aku menolak untuk berhenti mengetuk pintu lain hanya karena satu ruang telah mengunci harapanku.

Tidak, aku tidak ingin menyerah. Aku memilih percaya bahwa pintu yang tertutup itu adalah cara Allah menyelamatkanku agar tidak kembali jatuh ke lubang luka yang sama. Mungkin itu cara-Nya membelokkan jalanku menuju pintu-pintu lain yang jauh lebih lapang, yang perlahan akan mengantarkanku pada mimpi-mimpiku yang sebenarnya.

Hari ini, aku mencoba menarik napas dalam-dalam, menikmati rezeki yang sudah Allah beri dengan penuh syukur. Walau jujur, di sudut hati yang paling sunyi, kadang terselip rasa sesak—perasaan takut tertinggal karena di usia ini rasanya aku belum memiliki apa-apa dibandingkan orang lain. Namun, aku mengingatkan diriku lagi, bahwa "memiliki" tidak selalu tentang pencapaian materi yang terlihat. Mungkin, apa yang aku miliki hari ini adalah ketabahan, napas yang masih bertahan, dan hati yang terus belajar menyembuhkan diri. Dan itu lebih dari cukup.

I know I still face many struggles since depression entered my life. It is so hard for me to wake up early, or even to stay awake after the Shubuh prayer. I usually prefer to go back to sleep. I don't know why, but I just feel so exhausted and sleepy all day long.

Yesterday, as usual, I taught my teenage student. She was beaming with happiness because she was finally accepted into Sekolah Maung in my city. She told me that all her hard work had finally paid off. Before class began, she shared her story: how she did everything she could to make her dream come true. She studied, she prayed, she woke up for Tahajjud, and she even made a promise to complete her Quran recitation if she got in.

Listening to her made me think about my own dream of studying abroad. Have I given enough effort to reach it? Why do I feel too tired to pursue it lately? Things like practicing for the IELTS, exercising in the morning, or researching information feel so heavy. With only one year left for preparation, a year feels so short, and I feel like I'm on the verge of giving up. I don't know why.

I keep wondering: is this my depression speaking, or am I just being lazy? But when I look back at my past, whenever I wanted to achieve something, I would give it my all. So I think the truth is simply that I am deeply, completely exhausted. That is why my body and mind need much more rest than usual right now.

Hi Ihat, Don’t rush. Take your time. Take all the time you need with yourself so you can truly hear what your soul wants. Keep going. It is completely okay to take small steps. That’s okay. I am so proud of you.

I don’t know why, but I feel like something is completely messed up. My mind, my mood, and everything. I have a one-week holiday for Eid al-Adha, but instead of resting, I feel this heavy weight. It’s as if I have so much to say, yet I can’t find the words for it. I long for a friend, someone to dive into a deep conversation with, but there is no one around. Whenever this season of emptiness comes, I find myself drowning in self-blame, simply because I don’t know how to fix it. So, instead of desperately searching for answers, I just sit here and let myself feel the discomfort.

When night falls, closing my eyes feels like an impossible task. My mind speaks so loudly, replaying everything on a loop, and I can't find the switch to turn it off. So, I just stare at the ceiling until midnight catches up with me and sleep finally takes over.

Consequently, I’ve been waking up late. For the past two days, I’ve overslept and almost missed my Fajr prayer. I look at myself and wonder what is happening. But I know the pattern: whenever I have nothing to do—when the days stretch out for more than three days, the depression easily creeps back in, taking full mastery over my body and my mind.

I can't quite pinpoint what this is. I just need to write and share. For me, writing has always been the purest way to talk to myself without interruption. Here, I can bleed every thought onto the page without the hesitation or fear of being judged. In this space, I genuinely don’t care.

Deep down, I know I need someone to talk to. I know I need him. But he couldn't promise a forever, so I chose to walk away. And now, I am holding the weight of everything entirely alone. AGAIN.

Hey, you. I MISS YOU. I miss the times when we used to talk and share our days.

But wait... do I really miss you? Or do I just miss the routine? I think I just miss the routine that I’ve probably romanticized in my head. Hahaha.

The truth is, I’m just so tired of falling in love again. Tired of the vulnerability it takes to get comfortable with someone. I am exhausted, and honestly, I’ve forgotten how to open my heart after being lonely for so long since the breakup.

And on top of that, I carry this depression. So... would you still want to stay by my side?

What do you not want anybody else to know about you?

When I was first diagnosed with a depressive episode with psychotic features, I kept it entirely to myself. I felt so embarrassed by my condition, fearing that if people found out, they would judge me, ignore me, and stay away. But the longer I kept it bottled up and refused to communicate, the more I noticed that people couldn't truly understand or respect my boundaries. I realized I had become incredibly sensitive to everything.

After two months of carrying this heavy secret, I gave up trying to hide it. For the first time, I chose to open up about my condition to my supervisor. Surprisingly, he was incredibly supportive and offered me exactly the flexibility and help I needed. In that moment, I felt a wave of relief, like the universe finally understood me.

Three months into my treatment, I took an even bigger step and decided to share my journey on social media. And boom! The response was overwhelming. So many people flooded me with support. A friend living in Japan even texted to check on me, listening deeply without interrupting or judging. Endless prayers and encouragement filled my post.

That was the moment my perspective completely shifted. My depression is not my aib (shameful secret). Instead, it has become a gateway to knowing myself better—understanding my life, my limits, and what I truly want. My depression is just a single chapter in my life, not the whole book. It does not define who I am; it is simply a profound lesson. Today, I am no longer ashamed. I accept it, I learn from it, and I fully embrace my vulnerability.

*) Brianna Wiest 101 Essays that will Change the way You Think (p. 140)

 If I had the I life I wanted. what would today look like?

It would start with me sitting in a cozy café, writing while sipping a hot latte, my absolute favorite coffee. Afterward, I would wander around the city, or perhaps catch a flight to a completely different country. I would fully enjoy the journey, typing away on my laptop as the clouds pass by the airplane window.

In this life, I would constantly meet new people, share deep conversations, and gather new lessons from every soul I cross paths with. I would share these perspectives on my social media, hoping to inspire others. I would spend hours reading, freely buying every book that catches my eye. And most importantly, I would run a free English course for children who don't have the financial means to afford one, teaching them, sharing with them, and opening doors for their future. That's it. That would be my perfect day.

 What and who is worth suffering for?*

Before my dark era arrived, I always put other people before myself. But then, I realized that when I needed help, they couldn't be there for me. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, in the end, I could only rely on myself. I was so angry and disappointed back then because nobody was by my side, and nobody understood the things that I myself didn't even comprehend. It also made me mad when people tried to explain things to me that I could no longer make sense of. The feelings were just too hard to describe.

Day by day, I chose to walk alone. I asked myself a thousand questions, trying to truly understand who I was. Then, without even realizing it, I slowly fell in love with myself and my life again.

So, when asked this question, I will answer loudly: YOURSELF!

You have to fight for yourself, for your life, and for your dreams, not for anyone else. Maybe we can choose to suffer for others at times, but look at how it ends. People come and go, right? Ultimately, you have to come back to yourself. You are the only one who will always be there, standing by your own side.

So, please, love and respect yourself. Say thank you to yourself before you close your eyes at night.

Hi myself, 

Thank you for surviving and fighting today. 

You did so well, and I'm proud of you. 

I love you.

*) Brianna Wiest 101 Essays that will Change the way You Think (p. 138)

Am I truly doing the best I can right now?

This question forces me to pause. Am I living for myself, or am I still reacting to the expectations of the world?

After going through a dark era in my life, I am finally trying to focus on myself and do what I truly want to do. For example, on my journey to mastering English, I know I still have so much to learn. There is still a vast ocean of information out there that I haven't discovered yet. But this time, I actually enjoy the process. I am not doing it because of my circumstances or because of external pressure. I am doing it because my inner self needs it.

I am doing my best right now, and I am choosing to surrender the results. Either way, I love my progress and I am proud of myself. Thank you for surviving and learning through every single season. 

Based on your daily routines, where will you be in five years? Ten? Twenty?

Looking at my daily routines, I see myself becoming a blogger, an English teacher, and a digital content creator. I know I am not a native speaker, but I have a deep love for English. I love learning it, and more than that, I love sharing it.

There is something magical about English for me. It gives a voice to everything in my mind. For some reason, when I write and speak in English, I can be more honest, vulnerable, and truly myself. I don't know exactly why, but it feels like home. That is the future I am building toward, one daily routine at a time. I truly hope it comes true.

Bagaimana kamu mendeskripsikan masa kecilmu?

Bagaimana rasanya sewaktu kamu masih kanak-kanak? 

Apa saja hal yang kamu ingat dan rasakan?

Bagaimana suasana rumahmu atau tempat di mana kamu dibesarkan?*

Semakin aku mengingat masa kecil, bukan berarti aku membenci kedua orang tuaku. Namun, garis ingatan itu justru lebih banyak memunculkan rasa pahit dan pengabaian. Alih-alih kenangan manis, memori masa kecilku dipenuhi bayang-bayang tubuh kecil yang selalu ditinggalkan sendirian.

Rumah yang seharusnya menjadi tempat paling aman untuk mengekspresikan perasaan, justru terasa dingin menusuk dan mencekam setiap kali malam tiba. Malam adalah waktu di mana aku dipaksa menghafal tanpa pernah paham apa tujuannya. Jika gagal, bentakan, amukan, bahkan pukulan menjadi hukumannya. Aku ingat betul bagaimana sebuah rebutan TV berujung pada tamparan di pipi kiriku dari Bapak. Dan ketika semua itu terjadi Mamah hanya menatap dingin tanpa bersuara atau justru membenarkannya. Aku bingung, kepada siapa anak kecil itu harus mengadu?

Bagiku dulu, malam adalah cemas yang nyata. Aku selalu berdoa agar malam segera berganti pagi, agar aku bisa "kabur" ke sekolah, tempat di mana aku bisa bebas dari amukan di rumah.

Tidak ada yang menarik dari masa kecil yang penuh ketakutan. Aku melihat anak kecil itu memeluk lututnya di pojok kamar, menangis sendirian, memendam amarah yang tidak punya jalan keluar.

Wahai diri kecilku yang ketakutan, perkenalkan, ini aku versi dewasamu.

Kamu aman bersamaku sekarang. Membuat kesalahan itu manusiawi, dan kamu tetap sangat berharga di mataku. Berhasil atau tidak, aku tidak peduli, karena aku tahu kamu sudah berjuang sekeras itu. Kamu tidak perlu takut lagi, ada aku di sini yang akan melindungimu dan menyayangimu. Kamu pintar, kamu baik, dan kamu berhak istirahat saat lelah. Ini bukan salahmu. Aku menyayangimu, dulu, sekarang, dan selamanya.

*) Rara Noormega, Perjalanan Menerima Diri. 

What bothers you most about other people?*

What bothers me most? It’s when people speak as if they know me, when they only know my name.

They’ve seen the title, but they haven't read a single chapter. They don't know the plot twists, the silent struggles, or the pages I had to tear out to keep going. It’s frustrating to be judged by someone else’s narrow perspective.

Because I know that pain, I choose to be a listener. I don’t interrupt your story with my advice unless you ask for it. I won't judge your journey based on my map. I’m just here to hear you.

*) Brianna Wiest 101 Essays that will Change the way You Think (p. 140)

 All we ever have is now...*

Yesterday, I received the news that a former colleague of mine passed away. She was so young, only 36 years old. Our group chat is overflowing with messages of sympathy; everyone is in a state of disbelief.

The news made me reflect. Sometimes, we work too much and too hard. We become so consumed by achievements and the next goal on the horizon that we neglect what truly matters: our families, our children, and our soulmates. We focus on the climb and forget to look at the view right in front of us.

I’ve come to realize that the only thing we can truly hold onto is the present. We cannot live in the past, burdened by regret, nor can we live in the future, paralyzed by fear and anxiety.

Our time is a mystery, and its length is never guaranteed. Because of this, we must learn to be fully present. We need to appreciate the people who walk beside us—our family, our friends, and our partners. It is wonderful to strive for success, but please, do not forget to give your body and mind the pause they deserve.

To rest is not to give up. It is to honor the life you are working so hard to build. 

Take a breath. 

Be here. 

That is enough.

Good night!

*) Brianna Wiest 101 Essays that will Change the way You Think (p. 138)

What would be to good to believe if someone were to sit down and tell you what's coming next in your life?*

If someone could tell me my future, I’d want to hear two things: that my darkness is ending and that my soulmate is near.

It’s okay to admit that it’s lonely. It’s normal to feel a little jealous of the "happily ever afters" you see around you. I’ve spent this chapter learning how to be enough for myself, and I’m proud of that person I’m becoming. But I still hope for a heart that beats in sync with mine. Someone to accompany me through the shadows until we reach the light.

*) Brianna Wiest 101 Essays that will Change the way You Think (p. 140)

Ternyata yang bikin aku susah lupa dan move on itu bukan karena perasaan aku yang masih tertinggal di sana, atau karena aku masih rindu dengan semua kenangan itu. Bukan. Bukan itu.

Tapi amarah aku, kekecewaan aku, dan kesedihan aku yang tak pernah aku terima kehadirannya dan menganggap semuanya baik-baik saja. Harusnya saat itu aku marah, aku kecewa, aku sedih. Alih-alih berteriak kesurupan dan berlinang air mata, aku malah memilih untuk tersenyum: menekan semua perasaan yang sebenarnya hadir. 

Akhirnya apa? Jadi bom waktu juga kan?

Maka dari itu, setiap kali memori itu hadir, sebenarnya itu bukan tanda kalau aku lagi kangen momen itu. No. Bukan. Tapi ada perasaan lama yang sudah aku tekan dan aku kubur bertahun-tahun, yang kini minta untuk didengarkan, dikeluarkan, dan diekspresikan.

Jadi kalau saat ini mau nangis, ya nangis. Mau marah ya marah. Gak usah dipendam lagi. Gak usah diganti dengan senyum dan tawa lebar seolah semuanya baik-baik aja. Pengen terlihat kuat padahal sebenarnya udah hancur banget di dalam. Iya kan? 

Jadi ngapain pura-pura kuat kalau pada akhirnya semua ini harus kamu tanggung sendiri akibatnya?

Enggak enak kan, berjalan sendirian di labirin hitam yang kamu sendiri gak tahu akan ketemu cahayanya di mana?

Enggak enak kan, sama gedoran di dalam hati dan bisikan di kepala yang seolah tidak pernah berhenti?

Enggak enak kan, ketika semua warna-warni dalam hidup tiba-tiba berubah menjadi hitam putih kayak hasil foto copyan? 

Apalagi yang enggak enak?

Oh, tidur kamu. Kamu jadi sering terbangun tengah malam kan? Tiba-tiba nangis tanpa alasan yang jelas. Isi kepala yang terus menerus aktif, berlari-lari dari masa lalu ke masa depan. Heningnya malam yang seharusnya bisa menenangkan, ini justru malah menikam diam-diam. 

Saat semua orang minta kamu buat semangat untuk menjalani hidup, padahal kamu sendiri sedang kewalahan dengan diri kamu sendiri.

Lalu tanpa sadar, kamu ingin mengakhiri semua keributan di isi kepala kamu dan ingin mengembalikan warna di hidup kamu bukan?

Sayang, yang terdengar bukan itu.

Yang didengar bukan itu. 

Yang diikuti bukan itu.

Kamu justru malah semakin jauh dan memilih untuk menyalakan api di tubuhmu sendiri.

“Kamu tuh kuat di luar, tapi rapuh di dalam.”

Kata seseorang sambil menatapku tajam, seolah ingin menembus benteng pertahananku. Tapi aku memilih untuk menghindar saat itu. Memilih untuk tidak mendengar ucapannya dan berpura-pura kalau aku baik-baik saja.

Maaf. Aku terlalu dungu untuk kalimatmu di tahun-tahun yang telah berlalu, yang kini sempat kusesali. Kenapa dulu aku begitu egois untuk terlihat baik-baik saja? 

Belum lagi aku muak pada lingkungan yang terkadang menertawakan apa yang sedang kurasa. Dibilang lebay lah, gitu aja cengeng, harus kuat. Tanpa mau benar-benar memahami atau hanya sekedar diam, mendengarkan sepenuhnya, dan hadir. 

Disaat itu pula aku memutuskan untuk menutup semua perasaan yang hadir. Menggantinya dengan senyum dan tawa keras nan sumbang. Aku kira, dengan begitu aku akan kuat. Tak lagi dianggap cengeng dan lebay.

Satu hari, dua hari, seminggu, sebulan, hingga akhirnya bertahun-tahun hal buruk ini menjadi kebiasaanku.

Sampai di titik ketika hati dan jiwaku sudah lelah dengan topeng busuk ini. Di waktu yang tak pernah ku duga, semuanya meledak. Tak bisa lagi ditahan. 

Kini, aku diberi teguran keras oleh diriku sendiri.

Berjalan sendirian di tengah kegelapan yang tak pernah ada ujungnya dan cahaya itu pergi entah ke mana. 

If I didn't feel tired, what would I do today?

If I didn't feel tired, I would engage in numerous tasks similar to those I handled in my previous school. For instance, I would organize various events, lead students in activities, attend multiple meetings, and connect with many people to gather inspiration and ideas. This would allow me to be highly productive and energetic throughout the day.

However, upon reflection, I realize that this busyness raises important questions: What am I truly chasing? When would I have time to listen to myself if I were constantly occupied with others? This thought makes me grateful for my tiredness. It enables me to live more slowly, observe my surroundings mindfully, and tune into my own needs and thoughts. 

Perhaps it is time for me to relax and slow down in life, appreciating the balance that fatigue brings. In conclusion, while energy might fuel productivity, tiredness teaches valuable lessons about self-awareness and intentional living. 

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If I had the love I wanted, what would today look like?*

I am somewhat confused about this topic. as many thoughts are swirling in my mind. However, reflecting on it. I believe that of I had the love I desired, my day would be filled with happiness, routine, and deep emotional connection. Let me outline what a such a day might look like. 

In the morning, I would wake up feeling content, seeing my partner beside me. I would kiss his forehead and say, "Good morning, honey," or perhaps he would do the same to me. We would pray shubuh together, fostering a sense of shared spiritually. He would then prepare for work while I got ready for breakfast. We would eat together, engaging in light conversation about our plans for the day. Before he left,  he would kiss my forehead, leaving me with a warm feeling. 

Throughout the day,  I would tidy up our home, write on my blog about our love story, read a book to nurture my personal interests. In the evening, before he arrived home, I would send him a text saying, "Miss you." Upon his return, he might bring me a red flower as a small gesture of affection. After he showered, we would have dinner together, pray isya as a couple, and share stories from our day, strengthening our bond.

In conclusion, this idealized day represents the harmony and fulfillment that true love could bring. While I am still figuring out my feelings on this topic, it highlights the importance of emotional intimacy in daily life. 

*) Brianna Wiest 101 Essays that will Change the way You Think (p. 138)

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Who from your past are you still trying to earn the acceptance of*

I know that there is still someone from my past whose acceptance I am trying to earn. This person is him: an individual I loved deeply during my senior high school years, despite his rejection and hurtful words. I often wonder why I loved him so much back then. Even though he said rude things to me, I never responded in kind.  For example, he commented that my body was fat and covered in acne, and he bullied me constantly. My best friend repeatedly advised me to stop loving him, as he clearly never reciprocated my feelings.

I have been trying to talk to myself, urging myself to forgive that era or my life, forgive him, and accept my own foolishness in the past. However, it is incredibly difficult. In my heart, I still want to say the things I have never expressed to him before. Perhaps I need to confront these feelings:

I want to say: I hate you! I never really love you even in the past. I hate you. Really-really hate you! You are the worst thing that happened in my life. I hate you! 

In conclusion, this unresolved emotion shows how past relationship can linger, affecting our present. While I strive for acceptance and forgiveness, the pain remains a challenge. 

*) Brianna Wiest 101 Essays that will Change the way You Think (p. 140)