A Sigh, And a Breath.

The 25th letter to you.

Once upon a time when I was full of energy and motivation to engage and contribute to this world, I was delight and happy to be able to share my happiness and inspiration with people around me, but after taking the medicine daily my motivation dwindle over time. However I am not too sad or disappointed in myself for the changes that comes with medication, but it still a real struggle for me to engage in reality without slipping back to my own world.

I lament at how medicine could numb me so much that everyday feels like a battle, but maybe this is a challenge to overcome. I am not sure how to proceed sometimes, I don’t want the medicine to hinder me from healing my traumas, but for now it is how I am living, lack of interest in the daily chores.

After a long time of healing myself, and always wants to improve myself and still not see the end of it, I have become somewhat tired. To this day I still couldn’t quite see when it will end. It feels like I am running in a marathon without a finish line. The world proceed as it should, and even it shouldn’t I am not one to complain, but rather sigh at the sight of how the system runs the world.