the long walk: made torturous by mostly useless trainings, outfields: made unbearable by hate and whispers.
the long walk: made slightly better with best buddies…thanks to I & YL who made dreary days worth going through, am really fortunate to meet them!
I realised how fear can paralyse and damage psychologically–you lose the battle before it even starts. Am I thankful that I carried on? Maybe, because it allowed me to see what others struggle with. It’s heartening to know that someone out there feels the way you do.
Can I survive the long walk…?