Hi! It's been a while since my last post. Here are the updates: On September 27th, 2021, I got my first job at an express company, but I resigned on June 1st, 2024. It was such a fun journey working in a corporate setting because I discovered the 'corporate girlie' version of myself. During that time, I moved around a lot—from South to North, East to West. I never imagined I would live such a 'nomadic' life in my mid-twenties.
So, the (probably) good news is that I am no longer seeing a psychiatrist, as it’s not accessible anymore, and I’m also no longer going to my psychologist because they told me I could process whatever happened in my life on my own! I’m thrilled, but also a little shocked because I didn’t expect it to happen this fast. But when I think about it, I’ve been in psychological treatment from 2018 until 2024—what a loooooooong six-year journey.
(Even though my psychology told me that I still could go to a psychologist whenever I feel uneasy in my life.)
Despite taking six years to learn this concept, I’m proud to say that I no longer resent them. My mindset has shifted from 'How could I get them to love me unconditionally?' to 'They couldn’t love me unconditionally because they lack the knowledge to do so, and that's okay.' It’s inevitable to feel sad about not receiving that from my caregiver, but we can’t control others' behavior, right?
Honestly, sometimes I still feel sad at night and wonder why I’m being ignored, even when I clearly express what I need, even the simplest things. It seems like fulfilling those needs was an impossible task for them, and then I start to feel like I’m not important, and that my needs didn’t really matter to them.
But still, the truth is that we’re all imperfect. Perhaps we need to meet many different people so we can always be surrounded by others who help fill the holes in our hearts.












