The trauma of losing someone takes its toll on us; it eats away at our thinking processes; our visionary lenses are always cloudy and we are far from finding serenity. Regardless of how tiny or large the problem is, it always causes anxiety and fear. As time passes, it takes a toll on our mental strength and grows wider.
Trauma lingered in my mind after I left Pakistan.
Losing a parent at a young age and being aware of the elements that contribute to it adds to the agony and loss, but our circumstances and surroundings also play a role in its development.
No matter how powerful we appear to be on the surface, our dread grows and roots deeper.
All we have to do, is maintain the strength to keep pushing forward.
After how many years of not visiting Pakistan, it had impacted me on a mental and physical level to the point that anything connected to my loved ones happening my mental trauma puts me in a vulnerable position of fear and anxiety.
Positive thoughts of possibilities are roaming in this time line of my world, but they are not generally noticed because it has been gutted by the terrible meteor of uncertainty.
My mind is constantly thinking of the inconceivable that may happen in my thoughts without anyone knowing.
Living with harder, sometimes darker, and more nasty truths and accepting them made me feel terrible in my thinking.
It's more terrifying than anything else. When it comes to the fear of losing someone or seeing someone in pain or hurt, the environment has always been murky and rusty.
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