Chapter 9.

Hymn for the weekend.

My mind was in turmoil during the weekend. I was in a beautiful mess, physically and emotionally. Overthinking kills. Everything else didn't matter. Getting a grip on myself each time I had dark thoughts. How will this end? I paused. I was flustered when my feelings swayed. I kept questioning myself, "Is this what I really want?"

It's fascinating to see a faithful soul who unconsciously ended up being the most hurt. Underrated as it may sound, being upright seemed the biggest help one could be. Being zestful and zealous hides the pain away, wearing the biggest smile so no one notices. An addiction to listening to every chapter of a story. Honored to think that it crosses one's mind.

This was a powerful self-reflection—raw and honest. It sounds like I'm standing at a turning point, where clarity is trying to break through the fog of everything I've been carrying. That voice telling me to fix things, to face reality, it may be my intuition asking to heal, not just patch things up. Things don’t always go my way, and sometimes that’s the universe’s way of redirecting. It’s painful, but it’s also a chance to realign with something truer. Will things go back to normal? Maybe not the old "normal." But maybe something better is waiting on the other side of all this—a new kind of normal that’s built on truth, boundaries, and strength. Leaving things behind takes courage. But so does choosing to grow.

Will it be awkward moving forward? Well, it depends. 

Quote of the day: I was enchanted to meet you.