August — The Month I Kept Going 🌙✨
August began in the quiet hours of morning, when the world was still asleep and I was already awake, gathering myself for another day. There were cups of tea, gouqizi prepared with care, clothes folded for days ahead, breakfasts waiting, and familiar routines that gave shape to uncertain mornings. Some days began before sunrise. Some began with tired eyes, restless sleep, stomach cramps, flu, coughs, diarrhoea, phlegm, running noses, and a body asking for rest. But August reminded me that listening to my body is not giving up. There were days when I went to work, and days when I needed to stay home. There were moments when I wondered whether I was doing enough, whether people understood me, whether I was understood correctly. And there were moments when simply getting through the day was already an achievement. At home, August carried complicated emotions. There were words from Mum that hurt, warnings that felt heavy, concerns that sometimes came out in ways I struggled to receive. The...