There have been so many moments in the past few weeks in which I have desired nothing more than to sit down and write. The craziness of life has, however, prevented me from doing just that. My friends are in town and between them and work, I have been running nonstop, pausing only at my house long enough to light my mosquito-repelling candles and fall into an exhausted sleep. My physical and emotional states were deteriorating rapidly, leaving me significantly smaller, and a cause for concern among my housemates and co-workers. The loss of a few kilos of happiness and trust left me a fragment of my previous self. I was not well. But I am getting better.

Several moments, tears, thoughts, several revelations and something has shifted significantly inside of me. And I can’t be sure that it won’t get harder first, but it feels a little more secure. No longer able to bounce back and forth between emotions, my body has decided for me. As I began to slowly disappear, I realized that I just couldn’t live this way anymore. And so time begins to do what it does best and erase the memories and the pain, and begin a new chapter.