Half-finished

This time of my life is different. I feel like I’m slowly regaining the old me. What’s frightening right now is that this might just be temporary.

One of the few reasons why I started writing regularly again is because I knew I needed an outlet. My self-diagnosis came up with depression. Oftentimes I think about it and wonder if I am really going through this right now, or am I just making an excuse for all the transgression I’ve been committing.

One of the few reasons why I think my happiness may be short-termed is because my sister is currently in the country to spend some time off work and be with our family, mostly my niece.

I feel as if I am complete right now. I jokingly tell my cousin earlier that since my sister came home, we haven’t had any fights. We used to squabble a lot when we were younger. You’d think that with eight years age gap, she would be mature enough to handle her little big sister. I even told them that when she was still working here, I would count the days when everything was in peace. The record? Two days. LOL!

But I guess it had also been my acceptance towards what life is giving me back. I’ve talked about depressions way too much in my previous blog posts, wherein I only wrote back then whenever  I was feeling down. And since I have too many recorded episodes, I think about whether this journey should be shared or not.

Should I make my old posts private even if I am the type of person who doesn’t like being censored out of my own territory? Or should I just let people know, so they can deal with me better and let them be in the know as to how this defect affect people, life, and everything in between?

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