It's been months since I wrote my last blog. Long time no write BLOG of mine. :) for the longest time of my absence on writing a blog I've got lots of experience. There comes traumatic, drama, fun, excitement, and most of all STRESS & PRESSURE. *sigh*
Actually, I don't know where to start. There's lot of stories I wanted to share. But those stories have the same ending. They all created the biggest headache of my life. MONEY.
Money is defined as a basic necessary nowadays for lots of people. Without money, you can't buy anything. You can't have everything that you needed to live. But for me I define money as HEADACHE. Why? As simple as this.. I grew up without it and now living without it, surviving to have it and live the way I dreamed of.
For me problems are nothing. It's just a piece of experience that I use to live in my everyday living. But if the problem has something to do with money, it's the time for me feel like killing myself.
A month ago, my family and I experienced the most traumatic experience a family could ever have nor would not wanted to have.
My brother got into a fight. Not so huge fight but a scary one. (I usually specify him as a bully for what he use to do to us - his older or younger siblings). He first got drunk (not so much) with some of his co-bully friends and then the unexpected scenery was done. One of his friends get into a fight and what my brother do is stop the fight. But then it didn't stop, yet he just created a bigger mess. He and his friends get to injure a guy so much. I can't imagine how my brother did that inhumane thing. The guy was totally injured and even got its head damaged. And the ending? The guy's family planned to sue a case to my brother and his friends. My brother and his co-bullies are currently hiding somewhere I don't know. And the biggest problem on that thing is I have to relocate my family in a safer place. By that time I really don't have enough money for us to be relocated as soon as I wanted. I was so scared that I didn't get to sleep because of trauma. I was so afraid that the guy will get revenge of what my brother has done to him. It was serious injury. Very serious.
But despite of trauma I realized how God love me so much. I get to relocate my family at our former residence. That residence is where I grew up. People there are so nice to accept us even though we brought them so much trouble when we were still residing there few years ago. Though my family and I were left on the problem ALONE (as usual), and I don't know how we're going to survive I never lose faith that God he'll never leave us alone. Currently, I'm having trouble on money. I've got so much debt and I don't know how I'm gonna pay those. But I have to prioritize my family though I feel like they don't care about the problem I'm facing.
Sometimes I feel like giving up. Yet I can't resist my family. Though it hurts to battle alone I'm still happy. Because despite of all this thing, GOD had never left me. GOD has always LOVE and still LOVING me despite of my sins that I've done to him.
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