Time flies. It has been a month since the time I rose up from the rubble of my emotional disaster. I found myself breaking away from the habit I developed --- expecting a text message daily, going out with him, and spending the night together. I have gone back to the mainstream of life. Emotions are withering away like a melting ice. A gap that was left is almost completely repaired and filled in with essential matters. Now I am fully equipped to face a similar and much more difficult issue. It gave me tools to help others confronted with a similar situation. Ironically, the friend who helped me gain back my self-image and identity after my pathetic depression, is in the same predicament as I did before. It’s funny that I’m just returning the favor. I can’t help but see myself in her shoes during my emotional turmoil. Now, I’m giving her advice on the same thing that she told me to do to overcome such madness. In fairness, her situation is much more maturely dealt with and has a proper closure. An act of sacrifice, by letting go of the other, for him to finally give out his time and attention to whom it is rightfully due. Such a wonderful feeling that finally I saw my friend rise up and celebrate her own month-sary.
