Hello August

Going through this whole month felt like walking on a bridge of burning charcoal. You know you can’t get through until you cross over. You have to endure the pain to get to the other side.

There was only one reason why I experienced this kind of torture. It began some time in July, I found out that my parents were experiencing conflicts with their marriage. It wasn’t a problem that could easily be solved by discussion and compromise. More so, I was helpless because no matter how much I wanted to fix it, only they can find the solution to resolve the problem.

They tried but it seemed like it was too difficult to the point where they decided that they should just separate. It felt like my whole world crumbled to bits and pieces. I thought it was beyond repair. I was heart broken.

I knew I needed an escape. I had to keep my sanity and the only way to save myself was to leave the house. The organization in my school, which I am an active member of planned an overnight camp in Batangas at the end of the month. I thought it was the perfect opportunity to get away for a few days. I packed my bags and left. It felt good.

The trip was probably the band-aid to my wounds. It was great seeing my friends again and catching up on things. But I knew that it wouldn’t last long. I knew I had to face reality later on. 

 Make You Feel My Love (Adele)