I think the best part I like about living alone is the personal space and freedom.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in deep reflection which, I believe, is critical to my development as a human being, critical to my mental health. I believed I have learned and grew in these few months faster than all my life. And I like it.
When I go back, I would have attained such a high level of self-actualization, values, and wisdom that nothing, nothing anyone says can bring me down.
It started with me noticing that the way I interact with people had been different. I am more self-aware, in control of my emotions, calmer, more reserved. Don’t know if it’s a good or bad thing, although I still can be capable of being cheeky and sassy sometimes.
One of my biggest accomplishments is that I think I have learned self-composure and to be able to divorce myself from human emotions. It’s not being apathetic, not being less compassionate. I still feel sadness and hurt and anger, but I have learned how to control them and surrender them back to God. I am no longer a slave to it anymore, they no longer control me.
Don’t know who else still reads this blog but I don’t really have friends. It’s the truth, and I like that. I do, however, have people I love, but not people who know me at my very core.
Just, bear in mind whatever I learned comes from a place of pain and an invisible storm that I still live with every day.