Once Upon A Journal #13

It's been a long time ago since she told her stories.

That day, she tried to save an old friend, which she thought had a same problem with her. Well, she's right, but fortunately, this friend had his own survival like 3-4 years ago. He got help sooner than her.

It just relieved her since she didn't want anyone else experience what she'd been through.

What made it even funny was that she just knew that her friend's mom is a psychologist, so he gave her his mom's contact, and tried to tell her that she should contact his mom and told about her stories, her problems (which I wrote in Once Upon A Journal #1 - #12).

It was very comfortable for her to tell a friend about her problem. But it's bothering her that it might be wrong, so one day, she told this friend that she might had been bothering him since the very first time she contacted him. But then, his mom called her. She was just finished Dhuha that time when her phone was ringing. She picked her phone, and ended up crying again. She felt so happy, so sad, it was all mixed together. But then, she felt grateful that Allah Subhanallahu Wa Ta'ala heard one of her prayer. Nope, not being so religious that she finally began to tell Allah Subhanallahu Wa Ta'ala about her problem after a very long time, but somehow, she felt like she didn't deserve that.

Eversince that time, she began to stand up again, and to tell the world, "Hey masalah besar, aku punya Allah yang lebih besar!"

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