During the seminar on developing leadership skills for junior staff, it was hard to remember the past.
I was subjected to abusive language that negated all aspects of my humanity.
Being subjected to severe violence.
Even more tragic,
I realised that I had also been deprived of the means to express my anger and sadness and to escape from such negative emotions.
To paint, to dance. To continue doing something. To do something spontaneously without worrying about the outcome.
I think I did well on my own in spite of these things. I think it was because I understood my parents better than they did. I think it was because I knew that even though they hurt me physically and mentally, it was not done maliciously.
But because it was so, I also remembered that I was suffering even more.
However, there is one thing I would like to consider.
That the only reason I can be immersed in sadness and anger like this is because my mother and father gave birth to me.
After writing this briefly, I thought that it would be a waste to stay in sorrow forever.
