Of losing friends, and finding yourself
06:07 Hanna Tantoco 1 Comments Category :
I turned 32 this year. Yep, gross right? My vision of my 30s
is one that I am mad successful, with my own family and have a huge-ass
group of friends that I’ll have a hard time choosing which group I’ll have
brunch with. But you know what, that wasn’t the case at all. So I’ve been
separated with my husband more than 2 years ago now. I actually think this is
the first time I’ve ever formally talk about it. If this thing is even formal
at all. Not everybody liked my actions. I didn’t like where my head was, nor my
actions. But one thing is for sure – was that I wasn’t happy . And to me,
selfish or not, 50% of the marriage life is mine and I want to be whole again.
I lost a lot of people because I’ve hurt a lot of people in
the process. I don’t open up very easily, or at all because I always thought
that I need to hold on to everything perfectly or else I failed. I failed once
in my life, and I thought that was enough in a short lifetime. Having said that, I tried to move on, or
rather I tried to escape from the responsibility and pain. But on certain
Sundays, it will hit you (Author’s note: Look up Sunday neurosis). When 2017
began, I started reaching out to people. Some people reciprocated, others’
responses were as dead as air if air had life. At some point I fell abandoned,
almost depressed. But I pick up still because the other facets of my life were
still glowing. I had a good career, understanding colleagues, I’m an “influencer”
and I was practicing yoga.
What changed this year was I stopped reaching out and start
letting go. At the end of the day, friendships are a two-traffic. It’s a hard
responsibility and yet it is still a choice. Slowly, I’m regaining my
confidence and I’m more content and in control of my life. Sometimes, Sunday is
still a drag but on most days it’s awesome.
Edited to add some favourite raw photos from Bali :)
Edited to add some favourite raw photos from Bali :)
Hanna