So, if you’d asked me a couple of hours ago if I had truly healed from the hurts I experienced in my last romantic relationship, I would have said yes confidently. However, after listening to a song I overplayed whilst being heartbroken, my eyes were a bit shaky. I was so concerned for my healing because I knew truly that all residual feelings I had for him were dead, cremated, & spread over the shores of a beach in the Cayman Islands. However, I soon realised after listening to the song a second time that just like photographs store memories, our brains also use music to store certain memories (I can’t tell if it’s scientifically proven, but if it’s not, here’s a free research topic), and that’s why the song briefly took me to a place I prayed and worked myself out of. My healing hasn’t been compromised, but I have learnt something. Healing is messy and not a one-time thing. That’s why people call it a journey. And like all journeys, there would be stops and distractions, but we always find our way to our destination if we are focused enough. You may be reading this because something must have triggered you too, and you are wondering if all the months of work had come to nought. But I am here to tell you that it hasn’t, so don’t in any way throw away your hard work by indulging in activities that presently do not depict who you are or are becoming. On this journey, there would be days where you feel you can take on the problems of the whole world, or in my case, give love another chance, and there would be days where you just can’t get out of bed or, in my case, have a conversation with a man. But I need to remind you that on both days, you are remarkable. You are still phenomenal, and you are doing the damn thing. I am proud of how far you have come, and I hope and pray that you go farther. Don’t quit on the hard days. Re-strategise on those days and come back harder.

Love you and rooting for you. Bye.