@gig

Last 12 months have been so heavy. (WARNING: long read, only read if you enjoy it, it’s more of a reflection than a post.) I’ve suffered a lot more than the majority of people. So it's not new. Yet I always grow from it, and sometimes get to take a lil peak behind the curtains and see how each experience was an important piece of an indescribably complex puzzle. And then, all I can begrudgingly see is: “life” knows best. It then gives me a pat on the back and sends me on my way. I also always vaguely know what’s coming next. The past 3 years I’ve felt that I've almost learnt all I need to learn, to do whatever I came her to do. And that the next phase will be one of great abundance and freedom. I felt like it would start in 2025, but it’s been one of the worst years of my life. I felt so betrayed, in May I said: “fuck you life, I'm done. I refuse to suffer more and refuse to grow from it. Either kill me or bless me" (1/2)

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