Pain is real and it exists. The reality of struggle is strong enough and so I suffer in silence. To cope with my own mind, my old sin, my old memory, my darkness . . . are very hard and dreadful. The steep in my life, the dismay of my heart, the violent toward myself and all the black memories that I get through . . . make me want to rise up become the self that I proud of. I scrutinize things happens in my life, I noticed many kinds of problems I face and somehow I can't think properly whether it is right to do or wrong. And sometimes, I fall into the deep of darkness. There is when everything happens at once, and I regret badly. I exasperate toward my old self when I recall back, what I had been doing all those years. Just one word, Worst. A portent from the one that I love the most, I listen, I take what I should take, but I started to forget it easily and . . . ignored. That portent is the likelihood of something bad will happen. And it happened. Hauling ...
“Know that transformation sometimes begins with a fall. So never curse the fall.” - Yasmin Mogahed
