2008 has been the worst year in my entire life. It is pretty ironic since number 8 is known to be a good luck number. But for me it was not. It was a shattering one. In all aspects I was challenged as a person. It was indeed the hardest part…I can not put into words the exact emotion I was feeling then. One thing was absolute…I was facing such a big trial and living with it each day was terribly difficult. Everything was a mess. I was at my weakest.
People were unaware of what I was going through since there was no trace of sadness on me in spite of the things that bother me. They did not know that I was trying to be strong for myself and for other people. Some of them even made me a shock absorber without knowing that I was carrying such a heavy load myself. I was trying to smile by hiding all my tears. I was living in pretense. I was trying to be numb.
I told myself that this was a just a test of my faith. Going through the process of acceptance requires so much strength and I did not have that kind of power yet because I felt so helpless. The only weapon I had was prayer. And my constant encounter with God helped me in many ways. I accepted reality and tried to live with it slowly. Life is still beautiful and will always be beautiful no matter what.
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