Probably the worst phase of my life. But strangely I feel at peace more than ever. Facing uncomfortable feelings (because it’s rock bottom already) instead of escaping in available pleasures, to me, is peace.
Delaying gratification is peace.
Communicating frankly is peace.
Seeing things and people as they are, not what I like them to be is peace.
I don’t want to be an escapist anymore. I am ready for pain. It’s coming and totally fine.
I don’t forget to count my blessings though :). I have so many things to be grateful for, and will remind myself so.