Choose a little for me?
So it's finally time to post my very first romanticized life post, as my account says.
1/8/26
This week, I planned to get supplements and medicine to help with my health issues, which will improve my daily life since I barely function
Most importantly, I'm preparing to start my foundation year in a country I’ve wanted to visit and experience the culture for so long. I will also get the health treatments I really need, so not only will I be out of a toxic home where I was abused, neglected, and humiliated, but I’ll also get healthcare. I've been mostly sick in bed and walking around like a zombie for the past 7 years. I'm 21 now, turning 22 in less than a month — that's most of my teenage years and early adulthood gone. I didn't get much besides just existing to fight for my life or deal with extreme trauma every single day.
I did a lot to graduate high school, going through hell to score high grades and choose a major. I did the best I could. Sigh. I'm shaking and tearing up, thinking about what my younger self endured to get the chance. Despite everything, I made it here. I’m at 4 am, eating cake, listening to music, and having tea with milk.
Not only am I planning to study a foundation year and a regular bachelor’s degree, but I also have an opportunity to learn a new language, study/work, and gain experience while I study—practical studying, which I love and thrive at. I also plan to get my master’s degree within the same years, whereas I was only going to pursue a bachelor’s with 2-3 work experiences.
And I have the financial means to support myself.
All in one week. Sigh. Things have grown slowly, but now that I have these opportunities, plus recently meeting a nice person who made my days less dull.
My pretty lucky star \^^. (In case you read this) Hiii, love stalking me much? giggles
I still have my best friend and amazing people around me. Sigh, feeling content.
If someone told me 5-6 years ago—hell, 3 years ago when I graduated high school—that I would have all of this, I would have laughed and spat in their face. Given how back then, I was just waiting to die.
Life works in strange ways, but nothing stays the same. There has to be a day when things get better.
It seems like mine has shown up.
Until next time.
💋