(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
I’ve been sick since quite sometime now and I’ve been looking inward.
I have tonsils and I almost died couple of times (that’s what it felt like). It has made me realize how fleeting life is.
I’ve been mad at a lot of people in my past because of the way they treated me. The dislike is valid because I was treated like shit by them. The severe trauma they caused took a long time to let go of. When the trauma used to come back in flashes I would unblock them and text them hateful things(which I’m not proud of). I still did that couple of days ago and I’ve come to realize that’s my toxic trait.
After much thought and reflection and also because of the near death incidents that I had, I have finally let go and have decided to work on myself and sit through the discomfort. Therapy did wonders to come to this phase in my life. The therapists(also Dumbledore) whom I spoke to are the guardian angels who supported me and helped to reach the shore after a stormy night at sea.
I guess the people in the past would have grown too or maybe they wouldn’t have. I actually don’t care though. Because the little universe that I’ve built after they shattered it to million pieces took years and years. So they deserve none of my energy.
But that doesn’t stop me from working on myself and letting go this urge to text them. I’ve let go of the hatred towards them because I want to be at peace.
I’ve let it go.
I’m a blank canvas now, ready for new experiences with the experience I have. Constantly working on myself and growing. 🙂
rachana rajan <3 