I no longer write about the kind of love that gives my heart away.
I write about the kind of love that radiates from a heart well-protected and never lost.
A love I lost but recently regained, never to part with.
January has been a strange, strange month. The highs and lows were pretty extreme with tiredness as the only constant. 31 days did not kill me, but damn, some days I woke up wondering how I am still here.
I am not particularly keen to discuss incidents that are too personal for now, since I am still taking time to process them and come up with a way to deal with them. But I think in the grand scheme of things, I am happy especially with things/events/decisions that are entirely within my control.
Boundary setting and following through with it has been especially rewarding.
If you are personally struggling with possible codependency issues, toxic relationships or just curious about how you can take better care of yourself, look up how you can try to practise and establish good boundaries for yourself/others. Personally, helping myself has put me in a good place to reach out even more and be present for other people in my life. Who knew?
Anyway, before I end off this post, I’d just like to say that I am still taking on interviews/conversations on the Aim For Zero campaign with Aware. These interviews may seem repetitive because they all kind of start with my experience and what exactly happened.
But I will say that the incident itself is just a starting point for conversation and the important thing is to further the discussion into understanding rape culture, prevention and what you can do when you encounter a survivor of sexual violence.
Anybody can be a victim, just like how anybody can be a perpetrator.
So keep talking about it, ask questions if you are not sure and let’s get these horror stories to stop.