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Sometimes, I find myself mimicking a scenario from a life I no longer have.After cooking and packing my lunch, I leave e...
31/08/2026

Sometimes, I find myself mimicking a scenario from a life I no longer have.

After cooking and packing my lunch, I leave everything behind in the kitchen and go back to my room to prepare myself. I put on my clothes, fix my things, and carry my bag as if I am about to leave for school again.

Then, before finally going out, I return to the kitchen to get my lunchbox.

And in my mind, I quietly say, *“I’m leaving now. See you later.”*

It reminds me of childhood—when leaving the house meant shouting to our parents, *“I’m going now!”* or saying to Mom, *“See you later.”* There was always someone left behind. Someone who knew you were leaving. Someone waiting for you to come home.

But adulthood hits differently.

Now, you cook your own food, prepare your own lunch, and pack it into your own lunchbox. You prepare yourself to leave, and when you walk out the door, there is no one to shout goodbye to.

Because somehow, without realizing it, you became the person who does everything for yourself.

You became the one preparing the lunchbox.

The one leaving.

And the one coming home to an empty apartment.

It took a lot of courage for me to finally step outside and have dinner by myself.There were so many hindrances I faced ...
30/08/2026

It took a lot of courage for me to finally step outside and have dinner by myself.

There were so many hindrances I faced way back last year—financial struggles, the fear of being scolded, and the fear of being seen by others when sadness was written all over me. To be honest, some of that sadness is still here. But back then, I was mostly living inside my own mind.

Sometimes, during my alone time, I would just sit on my bed inside my room, creating plans in my head. I imagined different versions of my life—places I wanted to go, things I wanted to do, moments I wanted to experience. Everything was carefully planned in my mind, but rarely executed in reality.

And now, here I am.

Slowly realizing that eating outside once in a while is not a bad thing. That sitting alone at a table doesn't always mean loneliness. Sometimes, it simply means peace.

Having a quiet moment with yourself. Eating a simple meal. Watching people pass by. Existing outside the four walls you once felt safe hiding in.

Maybe healing doesn't always come in big, life-changing moments.

Sometimes, it looks like having dinner alone and realizing—you are finally starting to live the life you once only imagined from the edge of your bed.

24/08/2026

**Is this what real healing feels like?**

When I look back at last year, I remember how my eyes were always filled with tears and how much hatred I carried toward myself and everything I had gone through. I isolated myself in my room, barely had the energy to step outside, and struggled to eat properly. I felt broken—not only in my heart, but also financially.

Now, when I look back at that time, I feel a strange mixture of sadness and happiness. There is still a part of me that hurts when I remember everything, but there is also so much gratitude in my heart for where I am today.

I'm grateful for the people I've met, especially my friends from book club. I'm grateful for the little side quests life has brought me—trying archery, playing billiards, going on spontaneous hangouts, and experiencing moments I never planned for.

And now, I have so many things to look forward to.

Maybe healing doesn't mean forgetting what happened or never feeling sad about it again. Maybe healing is being able to look back at the person I once was with compassion, while being grateful for the person I am becoming.

Last year, I was simply trying to survive.

Now, I'm slowly learning how to live again.

And maybe that's healing.

18/08/2026

Dear self, you need to stand on your feet now. You gotta help yourself become the better person you want to be.

18/08/2026

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Looking back at this time last year, I was always on the verge of tears. Work-related stress weighed heavily on me, and ...
12/07/2026

Looking back at this time last year, I was always on the verge of tears. Work-related stress weighed heavily on me, and I was also struggling with the pain of trying—and failing—to fix a relationship I thought I could save.

Today, I look back at those moments and can't help but smile a little. It feels almost surreal that I used to spend entire rainy days alone in my boarding house, waiting for the rain to stop while wondering how I would make it through another day.

This photo was taken on my way to work last year. I remember sending it to someone back then because I needed someone to understand what I was feeling.

Now, I'm sharing it here on my own page—not because I'm still hurting, but because it's a reminder of how far I've come. The rainy season still comes every year, but so does healing. 🌧️❤️

I have no idea who will be message me something like this. I'm hoping that this is real person. Most of the time, I am a...
12/06/2026

I have no idea who will be message me something like this. I'm hoping that this is real person.

Most of the time, I am all alone. I just have very few friends, and rarely see them.

You can also message me anynomously here at https://ngl.link/alelelelulay


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