Why the hell am I making myself so sad and anxious. I’m merely going back home. I still have 6 days holidays in Singapore and I’m gonna stay two nights in a very nice hotel. It simply doesn’t make any sense that I’m sad and anxious. My family is fine. They have a good life here. They give me the space. I’m grateful for what I have.

About the lump in my breasts. I’m going to have them checked as soon as I finish my next period. I’m going to find out what they are and know my next steps. There’s so many unknowns in my life but in order to make it known. I need to do something.