The words my father once told me still keep ringing in my ears....
"I'm always here to help you and support your decisions...but remember, if you run now you'll keep running forever. Stand strong and fight!"
And that's exactly what I did and continue to keep doing up to date. My scars made me a fighter and most importantly a survivor to be able to live another day......
I was only 22 then, when I fell in love with him. He was right after a breakup. I used to be his friend but then after all he started getting closer to me and I didn't stop it. He used to say how much he loved that girl even when we were dating. His parents loved me so much. So, I thought it was normal for him to compare me with his ex. As time went by he began to hurt me more and more. He would say, ‘oh Sayu you don’t look beautiful like her’, ‘oh Sayu you just look like a grandmother’ ‘oh Sayu you never arouse my feelings’… these were just a few. But YES! I thought it was ok for him to say so.
I was always a weirdo. I'm sure most of you can relate. I haven’t conformed with a trend for the sake of conforming since… well ever. I’ve always thought through whether I believe what I do and discarded everything that hasn’t fulfilled that requirement. It was cool to be weird when you were at school because who doesn’t like being different and edgy? But, when you get to college and that’s still the story....you start questioning your sanity.
It was at the start of 2013, during my 3rd year of engineering college that I started noticing how depressed I was.
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