Story 1: Move on!
She sat there bemused, staring at all these pills lying on the table and wondered if she even knew him. Her eyes still moist from his funeral, this morning, she attended. She was his wife but now felt as if she lived with a stranger all these years, knowing nothing about him. The doctors told her he died of overdose of a concoction of all these pills. Why would he kill himself and leave so many questions unanswered was beyond her understanding. She wondered if their life together was all a façade to hide his inner turmoil. She felt duped. The man she thought she knew would fight his demons and not let them overpower. He failed to confide in her and left her alone to pick up the pieces. She was irate, depressed, helpless and confused all at the same time.
She knew she had to let go and move on but didn’t know how.
Story 2: The Choice!
I sat still, unable to move, staring at all these pills the doctors prescribed to keep me alive for another few months. I realized I had been feeling more fatigued by these supplementary pills added to boost my immune system. They were doing more harm than good. I had a choice to make and the time was now. I could either suffocate staying indoors without letting the cool breeze blow my hair up in the air and the sun shine so strong on me that I look elsewhere or I could live my life, simply doing the things I always wanted to do but for lack of time. It didn’t take much effort or time to choose the latter to free myself of fear and insecurities and let nature take its course.
A new world awaits me and I knew now I am equally eager to embrace it with open arms.