It has been nine months away from home and sometimes I feel like it was just yesterday. I left with tears rolling down my eyes. I thought being away from home would be devastating as I didn’t have my loved ones around me and I thought I won’t be able to make it through the coming season.
I waited for some months and decided it was time for me to head back home but it was delayed by couple more months. When the time came again for me to make arrangements for me to head back home, the same issue came up which made me downcast.
I was sad because I have so many plans and projects to achieve and the more the date continued to be pushed back it gave me panic attacks that I haven’t accomplished anything reasonable which led to comparison. I began to think about how far behind I am in every single aspect of my life. I couldn’t point at something that I thought I’d achieve for which I wasn’t proud of.