I was reading all my previous journals from the past...
Boy, did I have a lot to say

Ironically, I was once a very happy girl.
Very hyper, full of energy and on the go...
At some point I just stopped, and became emo.
As far as I can remember, I spent at least 8 years feeling negative about everything in life.
I tried to feel sane, to keep being optimistic no matter what.
But I felt tired doing it...
So I stopped.
I don't remember how I felt exactly.
Maybe I just stopped having emotions.
Or perhaps, never bothered to be happy.
I don't know why I was so negative back then..
Maybe its part of growing up?
I only remembered feeling sick of my life.
Because everything wasn't going right.
I had either a) suicide OR b) drop everything and move on..
I tried both.. Pretty obvious which one worked out hey

In this process of searching for myself and happiness I had to go through pain.
Moving on wasn't easy. I had a lot of encounters.
I don't know what kept me going, but I blindly moved forward.
Through pain, I appreciated healing.
I learned that the healing process hurts..
And it can take its time to heal... Perhaps days, weeks, months..
Even years.
Through healing, I learned patience.
Though at that moment, it felt like this want for cure would've taken forever.
I felt the need to wait.
Anyway I started off with pain. If I couldn't find the perfect remedy to heal..
I wouldn't lose anything...
While waiting, I understood the meaning of appreciation.
Appreciation towards so many things. I don't know where to start...
Family, friends, time, myself... The little things you take for granted in life.
I feel happy yet sad. Mostly happy because I am healing.
Sad because I wasted my life.
I regret on things I didn't do, more than the things I've done.
It took me 8 years to be here..
I am glad, I made it this far
