It’s true that our family can be a source of toxic people that can ruin our lives, to be specific- our mental health.
When situations like this happen, what to do? How to act? How to cope? How to stay sane? How to continue having respect? How to continue to love?
I believe that this story will teach us a lot of things.
via My mother and I are polar opposites, but here’s how we built a relationship – Preen
And I said to myself, “I won’t write about him.” Because all the people that I’ve written about before, I lost them all. Some I lost gradually. Some I lost in an instant. And I can’t stand to lose him. So I kept myself from writing a piece of poetry or a line of my musing of him. I tried hard not to grab a pen and make him immortal in papers. But still, the day came when I lost him. Now, I can’t blame anything or anyone for I didn’t write. I thought that we escaped the curse of my writing, but it turns out that I’m destined to lose people anyway.
Some broken hearts don’t patch up and one way or another, someday, we just need to accept that. Some pain are there to stay forever. It’s not okay, but eventually we’re going to learn how to live with it. Like a permanent limp.
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