Self-Reflection: A Personal Memoir

To begin, I ponder the first question: How can one cultivate compassion for their past traumas while also being accountable for the harm caused to oneself and others?

From a young age, I was never indulged. To convince my mother to buy me a snack, I would go to great lengths, understanding early on that nothing comes free. My mother, though well-meaning, often borrowed to meet my needs, which led to a distorted sense of entitlement.

Over time, living a life on borrowed experiences became burdensome. I remained oblivious to my reality until peers began to highlight it. This marked the onset of a traumatic journey, stirring feelings of jealousy and anger within me. Even as I matured into my teenage years and adulthood, I found myself trapped in outdated thought patterns.

Understanding Trauma

Trauma is more than just a term; it is a complex reality that cannot be understood solely through definitions. Often, people claim to understand trauma, offering empathy, but I respond with, “Thank you for your empathy, but true understanding comes from lived experience.” This often leads to silence.

Every trauma brings a host of negative emotions: suffering, unhappiness, and pain. Both suffering and joy are intertwined like threads in a tapestry. The critical question becomes: which end of the thread will you choose to weave your life’s blanket?

For many years, I wrapped myself in a blanket that felt both comforting and full of holes—representing the traumatic emotions I had internalized. I had pinned the blame on my surroundings rather than recognizing that I had woven these threads myself.

It wasn't until 2018 that I began to mend my blanket, to fill those voids, and to acknowledge the coldness I had felt beneath the surface.

I share this not to seek sympathy or recount my traumas, but to remind myself of the compassion, love, and healing potential that resides within me. I remember a particularly dark night when I was so lost that I couldn’t even bear my own company. It was a moment of reckoning, a time when I realized the danger I posed to myself and others.

The Role of Alcohol in My Life

As a young adult, I formed a close relationship with alcohol, which I mistakenly considered a friend. I lost sight of my true self in the haze of consumption. That night, fueled by anger and jealousy, I erupted like a volcano, leading to a hospital visit at 4 AM.

This experience marked a turning point—a moment where I recognized my power to reshape what I despised about that night and myself. It was as if I was witnessing my own transformation, judged by the silent courtroom of my mind.

Humanity's Dual Nature

As humans, we possess the unique ability to create and recreate our lives. We harbor both light and darkness within us, experiencing both hell and heaven. The question remains: Where do you find your heaven, and where does your hell reside?

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Acknowledgments

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