4. The Poet Empress - Shen Tao
Devoured this in one sitting. I liked the unravelling of the background story.
I’m not sure if it meant to be an underdog story, but it certainly told things as is. Sacrifices are meant to be made for the greater good. Heartbreaking.
3. My Husband’s Wife - Alice Feeney
This was a long winding journey with lots of characters and plot twists. A case of who’s who and who done it.
The ending leaves one blind-sided.
Thank you babygirl.
Slowly but surely.
One day again.
Hopefully sooner than later.
That I may never regret.
Maybe I’ll learn this love language again without hurting myself.
What shifted? When? I don’t know.
Something did. Unconsciously, subconsciously.
It’s not others, it’s just me.
I shirked. I shrank. I withdrew.
Not just from them, from everyone, from me.
This love language became nonexistent for me.
Then my whirlwind came.
Barged in, invaded, refused to budge. Repetitively, relentlessly.
Called out how distant & uncomfortable I was.
I hated myself for it.
I didn’t used to be like this.
I don’t know what changed or when or why.
I feel so silly.
My auto debit had issue so I tried to login online but I forgot password.
Tried to reset but they asked for the security token which I didn’t activate on the phone.
Called the hotline only to be told…
It’s cause I didn’t activate my credit card yet 🤦🏻♀️
A combination of the weather, first menstrual day, waking up early, walking a gazillion steps, my age?…
Is just sheer exhaustion.
I’m about ready to pass out and sleep. Goodnight.
It’s always when you’re in need that you’ll want stuff you don’t normally want/need.
In no particular order:
Massage
New shoes
New slippers
Health supplements
A night out
🙃
After a whirlwind high of a weekend full of deep thought-provoking trigger conversations, the after-effects are kicking in now.
The nauseated feeling is back in the pit of my tummy.
Plus babygirl called me out on my masking.
I feel like I’m spiralling.
🫠 exhausted.
Things I have to do:
• Sunday’s catechism prep
• Tuesday’s Bible study prep
• Compile my receipts to file income tax
• Fold my clothes
• Change my sheets
• Tidy my room
What I’ve been doing instead:
• Cross-stitch
• Reading webtoon
• Doom scrolling
• Snacking
Thinking to myself no wonder why things turned out the way it did.
God knew me better than I thought I did.
It saddens me and frustrates me, but it is what it is.
I only hope I don’t screw up too much.
The anxiety hits hard that it amounts to nausea and dizziness.
The restless feeling of wanting to do so much and not having enough time.
The exhaustion that overwhelms into not wanting to do anything at all.
Worrisome tiresome not awesome.
🫠