Trapped (Amorist Series #1)

Tribute Chapter II

Tribute Chapter 2

"I thought I'm healed? Why does it still hurts?"

It's been months since I kept going back and forth to these therapy sessions, and by doing so, I gained new insights into what had happened. I'm now more aware of the roots of the issue and what I should do to lessen the pain, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still hurting.

"What is healing for you?" My therapist asked.

"Isn't it about recovering the wounds? For it to no longer hurt?"

Napangiti siya. "Our physiological wounds and psychological are different, they don't hold the same definition of healing you just said. But yes, that's also a definition of healing."

Napatingin ako sa journal na hawak. Ang daming nangyari sa 'kin nitong mga nakaraang buwan, at lahat 'yon sinulat ko rito, mula sa pagbabago ng anyo ng condo ko, and note, anime has a huge part of it. Puro na ako ehersisyo, kumakain na rin ako ng maayos, gulay pa nga halos e, at medyo nakakagalaw na rin ako nang hindi agad hinihingal.

It was hard to start afresh after I dedicated my life to them, but consistency helps.

I met her gaze. She's holding her notes and a pen while we're in her spacious office. Kakaunti lang ang gamit kaya maaliwalas kung titignan. The entire space made me comfortable to open up.

Though at first, isang tanong, isang sagot lang ang ganap sa 'min. I was troubled to even come here every two weeks, but being busy wasn't enough for me to let go of things for real. I need help.

Aside from finding my new escape—anime—I'm now also into trading. For once, I want to work and earn. Maybe not as a tour guide like my dream, but at least I'm doing something. It is stressful, I cannot lie, but I love the challenge and the excitement it brings me, as well as the feeling of loss.

I also made a savings account for my sister's family, just so in case I'm gone, and they need money.

Some may say I should lie low, focus on my health, and be contented with what I already have, but it isn't the stocks I'm after. It's the sentiment it gives.

"Wala bang gamot ang utak doc? Tipong sa isang pill lang wala na agad ang sakit at trauma. Kailan ba sila makakagawa no'n? O baka meron na? Doc recommend ka naman, basta huwag lang illegal."

Parehas kaming natawa sa sinabi ko.

"I heard you're a friend of Vallener?"

My brows furrowed. "Wala akong kaibigan doc kaya nga ako nandito, eto naman! Ilang buwan akong nag-vent sa 'yo tapos hindi mo natandaan. Kaya siguro wala akong improvement." Reklamo ko.

Mabilis siyang umiling at defensive na humingi ng tawad. Nasira ang poise niya dahil sa sinabi ko.

She's a pretty decent woman who reminds me of old friends of mine. She's like the combination of the two. She has this virtuoso aura but a gentle voice and personality.

"I only asked 'cause she was supposed to be your therapist not me, but since you're friends it was not approved." Hinubad niya ang suot na coat at nilagay sa likod ng bangko. Nainitan ata siya, ang pula rin ng mukha niya na para bang nahihiya.