Two years ago I went to Singapore. It was hot, humid and amazing. The trip marked the first time that I traveled truly alone. I didn’t go with the plan of visiting anyone or meeting up with another friend. Nope, I just boarded a plane and went to Singapore by myself.
Today I’m missing that time alone. I miss the quiet time to think, reflect and be alone with my thoughts. I miss the chance to be brave and independent. During that trip, I realized that I am so much stronger than I was a few years ago. However, there are still friends who don’t believe that I am strong. They try to treat me like a fragile glass vase. UGH! It makes me so mad.
I am strong. I must continue to show people that I am strong, brave and a survivor.