I TOLD MY PSYCHIATRIST ABOUT YOU

There's something liberating about telling people about a person that significantly holds a piece of your heart. Or perhaps, that simple notion just speaks a lot more about how great of an impact a person has in your life to let them know about their existence. And for most, oftentimes, people tell these things to the dearest people—it could be their families, maybe relatives, and needless to say their best friends.

Don't get me wrong, they know all too well how it went and how it goes. It's just that, for someone who has been blindsided by the reality of life, it's one thing to talk to my psychiatrist about the person who has been behind the sudden changes in me.

How all of a sudden, I started to love the life I have.

How, in an utmost surprise, made me want to live and not just survive.

And how I unconsciously found myself seeing through what lies beyond, and that I started to think of the fact that maybe... I wasn't really a hopeless case, just as how I've always perceived myself to be.

I know I was getting better, and there are times that it scares me of what it could have been if I won't, sometimes it's even scarier that I'm unprepared for the life ahead of me once I really did get better. Maybe that is why I still need doctors and medicines to be okay, to stay sane, to be grounded.  But I know, I know, that even with just you... I will be okay.

I told my psychiatrist about you, and for once, I finally felt what it was like to heal.