I met my younger self last evening, in my old diaries. She and I have this wonderful habit of writing things down, we've written our worries, sadness, joy, and achievements. Last to last winter I got into the habit of maintaining a gratitude journal; I used to write my goals and one good thing that happened to me that day. The last entry was on the 5th of April 2021, right before my mom fell sick. I thought that would have been the last entry, but I flipped through the pages and saw the next one- 14th June. I paused. I didn't know I held that kind of courage to walk back into a life where everything kept falling apart. I didn't know I had it in me to find my way back within one month of losing her. And no, I'm not glorifying it- I always considered myself too weak, gave lame excuses on how I couldn't do something but that one entry held so much truth. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to hug my younger self, apologize to her and tell her how proud of her I was.
















