September feels like a month of renewal. Something in the air, something in my gut tells me I've just resurfaced from a wave of currents rolling deep beneath the waters and I can finally breathe again. But I'm not born again... rather, I've survived and I start anew - a fresh slate, slightly scarred and tampered with, but fresh. 

It wasn't easy the early half of this year, as I saw my friends fall away, my energy sapped and the many missteps I took. It feels like the rough patch is over. Starting at the bottom, I've nothing to lose anyways, what's left for me - is only upwards and onwards. 

What I need to do now, is relearn. Relearn with fresh eyes. Regain control of my life, and move forward. 

I'm glad just to be alive - so much to be thankful for. 

Sept 11 stories by journalists were particularly inspiring. For so long, I never thought to call myself a journalist. I've always thought I'm just someone who writes something for the masses to understand. Especially in Singapore - do journalists even exist? Where wars or calamity don't necessarily happen. But I realise, I don't have to wait for something like a Sept 11 to consider myself a journalist. I am a journalist, in every sense of the word. 

I've been keeping quiet over social media of late. I used to post about all aspects of my life on ig stories. Stuff I thought were interesting/funny. I'm trying to regain that part of me. Maybe it'll be different. Whatever it is, I'm in for a ride.

Nothing's gonna stop me now