Hyderabad: 11/October 2022: On the past, I had once got mad to myself when I was on my weakest—and I had never said sorry to that version of mine until I realized that being vulnerable at times is just a normal part of being a human. I have always been the shoulder to lean on, the ear to listen to, and the arms to give such comfort; so by that time I was the one on their shoes—needing a helping hand for a rescue—I almost cursed myself for being that fragile, for how can I be of help while I am on that state?
These days, I am slowly, yet fully understanding that side of mine: that it's okay to be the one who will need someone to cry on; it's all fine to be on my knees when I feel so frail; and it's not at all times that I am strong. I am forgiving myself for feeling so bad towards myself when I am on my lowest—it will never happen once more, self. I now know what to do once we are on that phase again.