I felt like I was reenacting one of my favourite quotes as I tossed my bag as far away from me as possible. And she finally gave up, dropped the fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek and she whispered to herself "I can't do this anymore".
The quote was true, it was like it was mocking me by predicting my future before it even happened. I was in misery and I was also drained from putting on the happy-go-lucky smile I always managed to pull up.
Thinking about it now, I wandered how I was able to fake it for so long because eventually, I broke down. I faltered immensely, only leaving the skeletons of my own hurtful existence.
I wasn't sure where it all began as I cuddled myself in a dark corner of my room, but I guess I pushed myself too far, expecting more from myself as a psychotherapist.
I thought I could handle it all like a champ. I was mistaken, I wasn't a champ, just a loser who thought she could bear the weight of her own past on her shoulders, just to end up being crushed by that weigh with no one to help.
I had pushed the only person that truly cared for me, away or maybe he had distanced himself.
Hi guys, it's me again!
Unfortunately, I have failed at completing my first published book. Not my proudest moment but I just can't seem to pick up where i left off.
If it makes it any better, this is a new book! And i hope to complete this one, unlike my unhealthy habits of unfinished books. So hopefully, you'll give this book a try!☺️
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From Now, Onward
General FictionNyah who is mentally dragged down by her past, has to look at the world from a different perspective, in order to live the life she has always wanted. She finally gets her biggest career breakthrough as she is given a patient of her own. Determined...
