Pieces Falling Into Place

Well, if you're reading today's blog post, I reactivated my social media—Instagram, WhatsApp, Discord—about two months ago or so. Facebook too, after the letters were sent and I read Claire’s reply.
If you want to know who Claire is, I kindly refer you to my previous blog post, “From Collapse to Becoming: The Quiet Rebuild.”

I should mention—WhatsApp was the first one I brought back, mainly because I needed a way to send messages. So I didn’t stay offline there for long, unlike the others. But even then, I kept my contact list small mostly work contacts and tried to keep distractions to a minimum.

I took a break to protect my peace—to make sure nothing would throw me off or mess with the healing path I was finally starting to walk.
I’ll be honest though—I made a new Instagram account while my old ones stayed deactivated, and I only added three people to it. I couldn’t stay away from funny videos on Instagram, although I didn’t use it that much. I also made a rule: don’t look at anyone else’s Instagram apart from those three people I added. And I did. I didn’t feel the pull. I was just too focused—looking for a job, as the last temp didn’t give me a contract—and hitting the gym between three to six times a week. Barely played video games. I even removed Steam for a while.

I picked up Spanish with Duolingo, and sometimes I try to listen to Spanish videos.
Why Spanish? Well, I’m of Spanish descent, and I want to be able to speak fluently one day.

I started taking pictures again too! Bought a new camera, sold some stuff to be able to do so.
And slowly but surely, I’m drawing again.

I looked into bachata—it’s a kind of Latin dance I’m interested in because I need a social hobby. Something that gets me out of the house. A way to meet new people and maybe even build confidence in a new area of my life.

I also reconnected with old friends—Ines and Gwen. Two women from my faraway past.
I was curious to see how they were doing, and I’m really glad I reached out. Especially Ines.

Ines was my childhood friend. We hadn't seen each other in over eight years, but she was someone who always understood me on a deeper level—back then, and still now. We met up twice recently, and I was surprised by how natural it felt. Like no time had passed. She’s calm, warm, and thoughtful, and talking with her reminded me that some people just get you. That kind of connection is rare, and I’m really grateful it still exists between us.

Recently, I’m feeling things start to fall into place again.
Obviously, I often think of Claire. How could I not? We shared close to a decade of friendship. I think of her fondly, even if she doesn’t. This just goes to show—even if everything looks fine—we still carry our little scars. And sometimes, they still hurt.

That being said—I’m overly excited. One of the greatest things is about to happen.
I’m about to travel again. I have in the past, but this will be a long stride:
2.5 weeks in Indonesia and Bali.

I’m not sure what I’ll come back with, but I know I’m going as someone lighter, more open—and still becoming.