That was the day I knew that while I enjoy my time alone, there is absolutely no shame in accepting that I need a person to come back home to. Luckily, my best friend became that one person for me.

This letter is a rant, a vent, some questions, some thoughts, some dark truths, some ugly realities, some positives, some sufferings, some childhood pains, some untold stories — small and big nuisances spread throughout a woman’s day and life.

Those 100 days were pivotal to my life. They gave me a sense of identity beyond being an employee, a mother, a wife, and a daughter.

The one who loved to paint and draw, I was just being myself!