7 Years Ago

Just saw an old post in my Facebook Memories today.

Decided to roughly talk about it today.

7 years ago, I officially closed the door of my KL home, and went back to Ipoh.

It was a rough time.

2 years before that, I was having some depression too, due to work stress conflicting with my way of life and my integrity. (Although after a few years, I found out, I was right. )

For that next few years onward, it was a very difficult period of my life, and for my family.

I made a series of decisions that I feel were right. While knowing it was going to be super duper hard and there would be suffering.

Oh boy, I was not prepared for how bad it was going to be. And how badly it would affect all those that I love.

Those reasons behind the series of decisions I made, I would like to keep private.

But no matter how many times, at night alone when I regret having made those decisions, I always pulled through. Knowing later, a few years down the line, it would get better. It was so so hard, but it did get better. And seeing the outcome, I didn’t regret about them anymore.

Then COVID19 happened.

Anyway, over the past 7 years it has been very difficult. Things always do get better, but then got bad again. There were bad things that I could only live with, and try to make the best out of, then learn to see them as blessings in disguise.

I just focused on being present, and being content with what I had and what I was given. Knowing there were so many others pulling through while having it worse than me.

It was like being on a rollercoaster. I was lucky to have family, friends, colleagues, and strangers being kind to me.

Over 7 years I felt stuck and never made any big progress in life at times. But every time I look back, I’ve learned to be a better person, been humbled, and grown slowly, but surely.