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A note to myself

It wasn't easy, rather it was difficult...

Consider this : You wake up in the dead of the night to some inaudible sound coming from somewhere which you fail to locate and you leap out when that sound breaks into a sob and then into a wail. Right, you run alarmed clueless to find someone you hold dear completely shaken.

What do you do in such situation?  Or probably I should be asking what does one need to do?

Well, meet Mr depression.  Mr depression doesn't come with any prior notice. He just bargs in and leaves you dumbfounded.

Coming back to where I was, what did I do when I found someone whom I held dear in sobs in the dead of the night complaining about life, willing to die and not live. I simply held his hand, stroked it and said let's face it together. I agree, I knew not how painful it was for him but I knew I had to stand by him. I stood and I am still standing. Someone who understood me was right when he told me that I couldn't blame myself for everything that goes wrong. I do get that now. I do.

I am not complaining, rather I am learning to accept people in their worst as well as in their best.

Someday, I won't ever say I am to be blamed, until then let me be a little patient and forgiving.

It wasn't easy to be where I stand today and no matter how difficult, I will pull my pieces together and see a better tomorrow.


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