Psychoday Diary

For my hero, mama ..... The first time I lived away from home was in university. The afternoon of the move,I was with my mom and my brother, who were seeing me off in airport. It's hard to leave them - leaving my old life, leaving my brother, my mom, my grandma, especially; went to the land of my father for the first time, beside study in university.  In the summer of 2013, a few months after I moved in, I lost my grandma. It was the biggest punch in the history of my life - losing the important one.  I spent my whole life since I was born until 19 years old of me with my grandma. I can said that my grandma is my parents at that time. I always remember the day my grandma left me for the first time for visited my uncle, I often flip through timeworn photos of my grandma, missing her like crazy (I think it proves that I really can't live without her - at that time when I was a naive kid). Four months after this tragedy, the other tragedy was come in and that all make me

Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired. Smile, even when you're trying not too cry and the tears are blurring your vision. Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you that your voice is creepy. Trust, even when your heart begs you not to. Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see. Frolick, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring. Run, even when it feels like you can't run anymore. And ... Always, remember, even when memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live trough your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So, don't live life in fear. Because you're strong now, after all the crap has happened,