It's the morning of Eid and here I am at Wyatt Center for my summer job; haven't showered, I just changed my sleeping pants to a proper one and put on my jacket. I feel like my timeline on Instagram has been blessed with everyone's raya photos; aaah I could feel the vibes all the way here in America <3 It's gonna be my last raya in America, before I go back next year for good, in shaa Allah.
I am sad and disappointed that my Ramadan did not go any well at all; I definitely could have done better. Ya Allah, with your mercy, I hope you would let me experience another blessed and better Ramadan next year.
I made a last minute decision to get my ass back home next month last week. I swear my Summer is tiring me to the core I lost count of how many times I had a sudden emotional breakdown, and also I ended my last junior semester with so many breakdowns, too.
I don't know what is wrong with me. Am I depressed or am I just tired? Sometimes when I am okay after a bad episode, I feel.. weird. Like, "Wow, am I really okay?"
But nonetheless, a good day is still a good day, even if I'm gonna have those bad episodes again. At least that's what I have chosen to stand by.
Have a blessed Eid to you,
the one that's reading this :)
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