In her early life, there was a major reason behind her undying passion to study psychology. Hang on that thought for a minute, I’ll chew the bone with you later
The month is March, she pretty much cannot recall the specific date but the year is 1999 of course she cannot forget that. Technology was somewhat setting in and some people were getting to understand that the world was slowly turning into a small global village. Okay what should follow after that particular date she can’t quite recall is a series of over indulgence, anxiety and a bitterness she never thought she would ever have to deal with in her once calm life. A simple girl, from a very simple village. She was so used to everything around her being serene.
She fell in love. That would influence every decision she now made in her life. She was head over heels. And I do not know how well I can describe the intensity. Or probably it was a blessing in disguise. She noticed the butterflies. The intensity. All those emotions were beautiful and pure. That was a secret she was going to carry to her grave though. She had seen enough to never want to experience the animosity that came with settling down. She had seen and experienced it all. She can still hear the noises. The irony is how she’d yearned to at one point fall in love regardless.
Seated legs crossed on her arm chair sipping coffee gazing right outside her window into nothingness trying to recall all those childhood memories she wished to completely erase from her memory. Her mind drifted back to that date in March when Seth opened up to her. It was a beautiful afternoon. She decided to head to town and chill at her favourite spot, she would usually choose to go there when she wanted to clear her mind and feel in touch with nature. Somehow Seth figured she would be there. He wanted to drop the bomb. He was no longer seeing the need to continue the relationship. She can’t quite recall whatever he said after that but of course it had to be the typical “you aren’t the problem, I am the problem…you deserve better” and all that bullshit., the world around her went still. She went numb. She can’t recall how she made it home…but she recalls heading over to a local pub. That marked the beginning of her now messy life.
As the years passed, she learned to navigate the chaos that followed.
The love she once believed was pure and unshakable had left her hollow and uncertain, yet it had also sparked something deep within her.
Her messy life became a constant balancing act between her emotions and her desire for stability. But that heartbreak had also led her down a path of selfdiscovery and healing.
She began to understand why she was drawn to psychology, to untangle the human mind, to find solace in understanding what felt incomprehensible at the time.
And in the midst of it all, she realized that the wounds, the anxiety, and even the bitterness had brought her closer to her purpose. The scars had shaped her passion, her strength, and her resolve. Now, she stands at the crossroads of her past and future, ready to face whatever lies ahead.
^^(an excerpt from a book I’ll never really get to write 😅)^^ cheers.
“You have made my day, Larry,” Kortney rejoiced. “Though you’ll have to travel there, familiarize yourself with the place, and see if it’s somewhere you could imagine settling,” he continued.
At this point in her life, Kortney had no business being picky about where she ended up. She was ready to settle anywhere, even with aliens, if that’s what it took to land a job.
She had graduated two years ago with good honors, of course, and like many others, her hopes had been high. But luck? Luck had stayed far away. What had started as a few weeks of job hunting had spiraled into months of rejection. Eventually, hope itself had abandoned her.
Kortney had done a decent job of filling the empty days, but the distractions never lasted long. From being someone’s “wife” in a shortlived relationship, to drowning herself in alcohol, she eventually found herself sinking deeper into depression. Life had not been kind to her.
Now, standing at the crossroads, the prospect of something new, anything new,felt like a lifeline. Maybe this strange opportunity Larry was offering could be the change she needed. She didn’t care if it was far away or unfamiliar. The truth was, she had nothing left to lose.
But then, she looked up, catching her reflection in the nearby window. For the first time in a long time, she saw something other than defeat in her eyes. Maybe this was it, the chance she’d been waiting for.
^^(an excerpt from a book I’ll never really get to write 😅)^^ cheers.
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
Not believing in my abilities and always getting caught up in the fear that I had an audience around me. Ready to criticize me.
I know I don’t blame it all on myself , as in the lack of confidence and self worth. To some extent these things are natured.
Though I know I regret the chances I lost because of a whack sense of worth. Either way, I learned my lesson regardless. That’s the beauty and privilege of growing up. Like I said the other day, I am blooming in my own way.
“that we all understand that the pain of loss is what gives the rest of our life color and flavor and texture.”
I am sitting here wondering what next I’m going to do with my life since I just finished reading this awesome, heartwarming book. I also know that, this is going to be a very weird book review because I am too excited to think straight.
In her author’s note to the reader she says,“I didn’t know what this book was about when I started it. Even when I was halfway through it, I still wasn’t sure. But now that I’ve finished it, I finally get it. This book is about the bravery it takes for us to love someone when we all know how every love story ends. It’s about choosing love over fear again and again. It’s about showing up and being brave even when it’s going to hurt like hell.” She couldn’t have said it any better, that to me is simply the definition of being alive and truly living.
I’ve never been taken by a fictional novel like how this took me.
You know, you just feel so connected with the book as you go.
Realistically written, no cheesy lines (Ihold nothing against cheesy lines, in fact I love cheesy lines, but you get my pointright?)
Every paragraph kept me glued. I started reading it in the middle of the night because mostly when insomnia hits, that’s usually how I find sleep. But weirdly the book kept me awake, it just kept getting better. It kept me engaged through and through.
I stopped at page 397 because I was scared of getting to the end. In a few hours the book had literally become a huge part of my every day. I promise I’m not exaggerating.
As fictional as it is, it has healed parts of me. I’ve picked a thing or two from it.
The humour, the smart responses,the punchlines, the community. Outstanding.
I am heavy on healing and allowing love and life into our hearts and lives, the book was basically all about that.
I’ll probably write a better review when I’m not in my feelings, but in this moment I am just so exhilarated and over the moon. Lucy Score is a good writer, no scratch that. Lucy Score is an exceptional writer. The book is a total ten. She deserves her flowers.
Shadow to my light. 