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Life lately is hard. I'm struggling to find my own spark again. Trying to slow down and embrace my life more. Romanticising my simple life and keep calm in every harsh situation.
Trying to heal from unpleasant childhood experience is hard too. My brain can't let me rest from replaying the bad moment. My brain tend to blame others for the misfortune. But here I am trying to make peace for everything that happened.
With my children, I refuse to inherit the trauma to them. Let them be happy in their childhood. Let them be confident, bright and full of happy moments.
And to my husband, who has seen many versions of me. Soft, delicate, messy, crazy, breakdowns, and all. Thank you for always there for me during ups and downs.
He is my 'home', my comfort.
Thank you Allah for everything you gave me. Only You know what I really need, and only You know what best for me. Here I am not going to let everything You give me wasted ❤️🩹