A constant reminder that nothing stays the same,
but nothing ever really changes.
WordPress just reminded me that 4 years ago today, I started my blog in my college library, depressed, alone, fading, in need of hope and light.
This blog has been more than a friend to me. It has been a space to feel safe, to let out my fears and cries without judgment, to learn about myself and the way I write. It has helped me speak to people I may never meet from countries I may never travel to. Sometimes the echoes have brought back words, kind and tough that have helped me realize that no matter how much I feel the contrary is true, I am not alone.
So this calls for generic introspection.
What have I learnt over these last 4 years?
What has happened to me since?
Am I still the same person who started this blog?
What am I going to do?
Do birds fly to the moon?
(I’m not mainstream enough to be interviewed, so I’m going to go ahead and pretend this is what anyone would want to know.)
The textbook fairy-tale answer would be that my life has completely turned around, that life has magically fixed itself in these past 4 years, because 4 years is a really long time for a person to sort themselves out.
Like Gemma Hayes’ beautiful lyrics quoted by me in the beginning of this post, I am both red and grey. My life has changed but it’s still the same. I’m still as lost as I was, as alone as I was, as depressed as I was, although in different and more complex ways than before. All my old problems have sorted themselves out, but I’ve got new ones in their wake. More challenging ones, I would delude myself into saying mainly because I can’t see the solution yet.
As to what I have learnt in these past 4 years, it mostly consists of learning about myself. I have learnt to fight and lick my wounds, to bear pain and to build fire-proof shields. But I have also learnt to put my shield down and face the beauty with the pain, a decision I’m still in a debate about (with myself, if that wasn’t clear enough).
I’ve stopped praying for someone to come rescue me. Instead I’m learning (still) to equip myself to do that, to be my own hero. And I fall and stumble as I did before, even more so now that before. Which is to be expected if you walk faster than you did before, if you cover more ground than you did in the times ago.
It hurts, I’m not going to lie. It makes me wishes I was done already. It makes me sting others in my wake. But I don’t think I really have a choice anymore.
The only way I can go is forward, the only direction I can fall is down.
So that is what we are going to do for the next 4 years.
Thank you for being a part of this blog and a part of my world.
All my love,
That Girl in the Fray.
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