On vulnerability
Ties that are formed from a stance of vulnerability tend to deepen faster than relationships that begin in the midst of regularity. There is truth in the thought that vulnerability brings people closer. The humans whom I met in the middle of this trying time jumped from being strangers to good friends. Conversations still involved the usual small talk but they are also peppered with recollections of real experiences that I would not have otherwise shared given a better state of life.
On becoming more relatable

There’s a certain affinity that can only be formed with individuals who are going (or have gone) through the toughest adversities. Broken people tend to be more relatable for the very reason that they are more human. I myself am more comfortable pouring my heart out to someone whose life is far from perfect. If this is the effect that brokenness from a damaging season has on the people around me — if it truly makes them feel more at home with me — then it just became a whole lot easier to accept why I have to go through what I am going through.
Being a proven people-person (Includer is my fifth theme, mind you), the last thing I want in any social interaction is to be hindered by differences — in culture, status, or achievements among others. Now I am prized with this rare experience which, when shared, has the capacity to tear down walls that people may have formed based on their impression of me.
On the relative nature of hardships
Because I have gone through this most difficult ordeal, I have come to notice that my tolerance of hardships has shifted significantly. What would have previously bothered me a few years ago appear to be simpler, easier to resolve. I no longer cry over spilt milk as much (at least for the smaller servings that used to stump me before), and the things that I fret over have become less petty. I am proud to say that time spent on regrets and rumination are far shorter nowadays.
On overthinking

I have also began to be picky with the matters I use my brain cells for. A spontaneous realization occurred to me one day and it came from a media and broadcasting parallel: airtime is precious and expensive, and I better follow the same principle with how I utilize my mind.
More seriously, I am learning the difficult practice of acceptance — accepting what has already happened (the unchangeable past), then pouring all my energies into what I can still control (the unwritten future). This does not come easy to me, having grown up as a massive ruminator and control freak (a deadly combination) and I had to take a major beating before finally starting to break out of the toxicity. Someday, and soon, I will laugh at the next mishap that comes along.
On patience
This one is among the harder lessons to learn though I can say that I have made some progress. As if a single learning is not difficult enough to embrace, my mind was recently awakened to two paths to exhaust: patience in terms of time, and patience for myself.
On coming to terms with how I am wired
They say that hardships present the best opportunities to know oneself more. I have come to learn that contrary to the case for the majority, recollecting difficult experiences over and over again cause me more pain than good. Whereas popular belief and the ‘woke’ world would recommend revealing problems to the universe to uphold vulnerability and ‘healing,’ the opposite is true for me. Just the thought of being too personal on platforms filled with people whom I do not even know enough to trust, drains the strength out of me. I have decided to keep this adversity on a need-to-know basis — I can count with two hands and a foot the number of human beings who know the full account of what I am going through. I have come to know that this is what brings me healing and in the grand scheme of things, is what matters ultimately.
[to be continued]













