Tears of Surviving.

Aline & Her #philocalist Stories.
2 min readMar 31, 2022
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A few days ago, I met some people that I still can’t get enough of for me to meet them.
When I heard their voices, my breath hitched.
When I heard their footsteps approaching me, my body started trembling.

For some time I held back and reassured myself that I was fine, I could meet those who came to visit.
I hugged myself, a butterfly hug, patted my shoulder a few times, and said “it’s okay, everything will be fine.”

But in fact, my condition did not improve, I immediately cried. I let out a cry very quietly and as much as possible not heard by anyone.
Because I wouldn’t be able to give a reason why I was crying if they asked.

And still, my condition did not get better.

And in the end, I cried a lot, suffocated, in a state of trembling.

I couldn’t meet those who came to see me.
I can’t face them yet.

I had to let go of my trauma for a moment while crying.
But I endured.

It’s okay for me when I need to cry alone.
It’s okay when I try to survive.
It’s okay for me when I give myself some space and keep try to breathe, even though it’s still very congested.

I just wanted to prolong my life again in good shape and by that time I had won the situation over myself, over those traumas.

It’s okay to cry. It’s okay.



Aline & Her #philocalist Stories.

A beginner writer and survivor who trying to live life every minute. I am sharing my life portfolios here with a heart full of gratitude. Happy reading! ❤️😊