I SEE YOU I HEAR YOU
It’s a beautiful thing to know where you are with yourself. This year, I traveled with the intention of self-love and care. I wanted comfort, softness, and luxury—I wasn’t looking for any kind of struggle. But life, as always, had its own ideas. On this trip, I faced a few old demons—shadows that had silently shaped my life for a long time. There were moments when I just wanted to book the first ticket home. I couldn’t bear to sit with myself. My thoughts wouldn’t stop circling around the house I sold, and the images that stayed with me from caring for the child with the burn. It was too much. I had so much grief rising to the surface, and I wasn’t strong enough to face it head-on. All I wanted was distraction. The first five days in Kuala Lumpur were light. I enjoyed exploring—clean streets, palm trees on balconies, infinity pools kissing the skyline. Then I flew to Amed to celebrate my old friend’s birthday, but I got sick—fever for three nights, body aches, and mostly in bed...
