I have had a tough start to the month. I was financially stripped and emotionally dubious. Though I have managed a few weeks into February, the struggling has not ended. I meet the school counsellor fortnightly. I tell her my problems, mainly ones that involve my outside life which possibly is affecting my studies. Human enough, I like to keep some things to myself. I ruled out about my buried persona and my beliefs. I did tell her about the company of my friends. I mentioned the two who had been there for me the most. I shall not name names.
Last meeting, I confided in her one of my perplexing weaknesses. I have never felt understood by any working adult before this. I was frequently receiving solutions instead of being comprehended. I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in. For the first time, the words that I dare not speak, the despair that inundated my unexplained complications and she alone, managed to conceive what I needed to say.
She asked simply, "Out of all the good things they've given you, which isn't a lot... Out of all the times they've mistreated you and you chose to defy their actions... Why did you choose to accept this unconscious revelation?"
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