“When a woman becomes her own best friend life is easier.”
― Diane Von Furstenberg
Broken. Lost. Zoned-out. This is exactly what my first half of 2020 felt like.
2019 was a year that made me a woman. I was no longer this naïve, timid, and socially-awkward girl, well, at least most of the time. Yes it may seem that, at 28 years old, I was a late bloomer, but I take pride in that. I took the time to build the necessary foundations–my career, my mindset– on my own without having to rely on another. There were so many adventures that I embarked on, new people that I met, and risks that I took. 2019 was one of the best years of my life. And though there were a few mistakes I’ve made, I don’t regret making any of them. However, towards the end of 2019, there were critical decisions that I had to make and for once, I made them not in the interest of others, but for myself. You don’t know how proud I was of those moments. I am usually a yes person, but it was one of the first times I had to say no. It was at these times when I witnessed the power of no…and if you have yet to say this word and mean it, you’re missing out.
I rang in 2020 onboard a plane heading back home from Hawaii. Despite having a lot of fun, I knew there was work to do and people to let go of. We were just in the finale of the takeoff procedure when the clock struck midnight. The flight attendants poured us some wine and we clinked our plastic cups and had a short, celebratory cheer altogether. As we looked out the window, the skies were ablaze with fireworks as people celebrated from below. We were in celestial limbo, neither here nor there. And little did we know, that this would be the predicament that we would be facing in the new year to come.
There were so many projects that I was ready to start in 2020, but I didn’t realize that the major project that I would be working on this year would be myself. The first two months of 2020 were completely normal. I was working, going out with friends, going out on dates, and just living life to the fullest. Despite the fun I had, I knew that the countless late nights I spent away from my family and the lack of recovery time for myself were not sustainable.
There were two things that I let go at the beginning of 2020. The first, was a 25-year friendship that taught me that, at some point in your life, you may not be walking in alignment with someone you’ve known for so long. And that’s okay–that’s life. It was certainly not a mutual parting, but one that required me to draw the line. This was a friendship that silenced who I was and instilled fear, complicity, and codependency in me. I was always trying to find a way to please and to be the source of comfort and empowerment for this individual, but it was certainly not reciprocal. There came a crucial moment in my life when I needed to prioritize myself, but instead of receiving comfort, I was accused of not providing the same level of care that they came to know. This is when I knew that it was time to walk away and so, the foundations of this friendship collapsed. I contemplated abandoning them so many times prior to this moment, but I always felt obligated to stay out of pity and out of guilt. There were lifelong memories from childhood to adulthood and meaningful conversations that this person and I shared, but I knew that it was time to part ways. So, I walked, despite knowing that they still needed me.
Simultaneously, as I was dealing with the termination of this friendship, there also came the ending of a relationship. We were on and off for six months, but it already felt like a lifetime. I was under the illusion that we would persist and that we had the potential to grow into something more. Unbeknownst to him, he taught me a lot of things about myself—he uncovered my shadows, but also the light that I had within. In addition to my previous relationship traumas, he further corrupted the mind of this hopeless romantic and replaced it with this monster who learned how to emotionally detach herself in future encounters of love. And in replacement of love, a desire for the physicality of human connection, as opposed to that of the intellectual, the emotional, and the spiritual. He made me crave love, but rejected it when I tried to bring it to him. He exposed the cracks in the foundation that I have worked so hard to build on my own and took away things that I would never be able to get back. He made me become an emotionless entity, fearing emotional attachment and commitment. But yet, despite all the mind games he played on me, I was in love and nothing could stop that, but me. And I did. There were certainly some moments where I wanted to run back into his arms and ask him to try again, but I never did and I know that I never will. I know my worth and this situation was one that did not testify to that.
To not be able to ring in the new year with these two people in my life, was certainly painful, but it sparked this hope in me that there were new things to come. It made me realize that I was running away from things that I deserved—independence, self-love, stability, and boundaries. But with the pain that came from letting these relations go, came a newfound freedom and one that gave me the opportunity to grow in my becoming.
There were obviously setbacks that came at the beginning of 2020. I hurried into another situation-ship, not even giving myself the opportunity to recover. I transitioned into one codependent friendship to another. I spent more than I could afford. I worked more hours that I could never get back. I gave my time to people that didn’t deserve it. And still, I was under the illusion that I was healing.
Come March 2020, all that I knew was abruptly taken away from me. The lockdown did me a favor and ended the lackluster relationship that I was in as he ghosted his way out of my life. My nightly social outings ended as my friends headed into isolation, only seeing them occasionally via computer screens. My office became my bedroom. Zoom became my only portal to the outside world. And I was stuck with family that I hadn’t spent time with since January. And even though I felt like this was a setback, it was only the beginning of my recovery.
For a person who always craved for certainty and structure, 2020 certainly did not give me that sense of comfort. I had to relish in this uncertainty, realizing I took many things for granted. As the world, the routines, and the structures I knew and loved collapsed, I slowly retreated into a life that I didn’t know. A life that didn’t require me to take the torturous daily commute into the city. A life that didn’t require me to be with friends 24/7. A life that didn’t require me to prove myself to anyone. It was an excruciating transition, realizing that I had to be alone with my own thoughts and bask in my own worries. But I managed to find strength to get through it.
I mapped out certain thought patterns of mine that were recurrent and that were destructive to my well-being and to my relationships by digging out my past traumas and relishing in the pain and in the hurt they caused me. I did a lot of envisioning of who I want to become and where I saw myself in the next couple of years. I took the time to learn how to breathe, to relax, and to be present. I shared moments of laughter, tears, frustration, and anger with my family that wouldn’t have happened if I was still living the way I did. I read books that I dared not to crack open prior to this lockdown. My siblings and I raised a reckless, but loving puppy who taught us to take things day to day. I explored my local surroundings that I avoided before. In essence, I found myself again in the people I met this year and in the moments that oft were put aside before the lockdown. And most importantly, I found myself in me.
As I sit here writing this post in the first week of an already tumultuous 2021, I’ve realized that 2020 was a wild ride and I know that it’s not over yet. I do acknowledge my privilege to have the opportunity to do this inner work, as many in this world faced more difficult challenges than I.
But if it’s one thing that I’ve taken from 2020, it’s learning how to unapologetically live simply without the frills. It’s learning how to face your inner demons and doing the work to challenge and stand up to them. It’s learning how to cherish the time that we have with people that are worthy of it. It’s learning to find that spark from within. I know that I still have inner work, but I know that I’m on the right path. Even though 2021 brings the same uncertainty as 2020 did, I’m ready for it.
As you can see, all through this year, I was silent here. This was the first year where I had to leave this blog alone. I needed to find my voice again. I want to let you know that I’m still here and that there will be more to come. I’m also announcing that this blog will be steering towards something new, but know that I still aim to find the voices of our diaspora, but in a different way. A way in which you will enjoy as much as you hopefully enjoyed this one.
Malaya ako. I am free again.
Happy New Year! Maligayang Bagong Taon!