It’s been a year since I resigned from my job with the abusive boss. It’s also been a year since I decided to keep my social interactions at a minimum and distance myself from others. I remember feeling so worthless, so overwhelmed by guilt because I felt like I let people down. https://twitter.com/therenzroc/status/1160900855781941248">https://twitter.com/therenzro...

I locked myself in a room for three months and did not step out of the house I was staying at. I deactivated most of my socials, including this Twitter account, and unfriended people whom I thought were toxic. I cried myself to sleep in the nights that I could.

When I went outside for the first time in a while, I had a panic attack in the middle of a mall. I felt uncomfortable being around too many people because, somehow, I thought they were all judging me, the same way the people I let down did. I felt like I was embarrassing myself.

The past year has been turbulent, to say the least, but I’m glad that it took me to where I am now. I made the bold decision to move to Laguna—and away from the distressing, populated Metro—for graduate school. I also went back to my old, friendlier job in an NGO I love dearly.

I haven’t regained the confidence to be with people, and perhaps I never will, but I don’t let it affect me anymore. I am quite satisfied with what I have right now—a progressing education, two steady jobs, a family, a lover, and some friends. The only thing missing is a pet cat.

To the handful of people who remained by my side despite my fits and tantrums, thank you. I am sorry for causing you pain.

I’ll be deleting this thread come morning time, as I often do, but I am really glad that I posted this.

To my fellow late-night dwellers, sleep well.

I am not deleting this thread! I’m keeping this as a reminder that I am coming through! https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="💪" title="Angespannter Bizeps" aria-label="Emoji: Angespannter Bizeps">