It took me a long time to write/post this; to the extend that I was even running away from posting podcasts altogether... or even be more proactive in life because of this.

Perhaps the knowledge of this further reinstates the fact that feel that I'm broken, damage, together with the fact that my leg is no longer good from the accident.

I delved abit more about my dissociative tendencies; from zoning out at work, having issues with memories due to different "perceived realities", to removing myself from certain situations. My avoidant tendency makes things worse.

Maybe it's the time where I finally face and write this that made me word vomit today... and I made this content because I decided to stay true to my direction ; at the very least of using this space to talk about my mental health journey.

It is not the best... but every time when I'm on here, it reminds me that I'm at least... trying.