Holla, folks! How’s life, huh? I’m fine, here. What about you
all? I hope there’s nothing bad happen to you. Amin… By the way, I want to talk
about some story of me. Everybody must have something to be scared, right? I do
so! Even, I have so many things I scared about. It’s about “trauma”
Trauma is a feeling that comes when you try to do something
which you had done before, but you scared to do that because of some reason.
I’m sure everybody must have it. But I’m sure too that some people don’t. I’m
the one who has that feeling. Uhhh… it’s a long story and it has become a
history for me. But maybe some people have the same experience like I have.
Well, let’s go to the long story.
First, I’ll tell you that the thing I scared is water. Please
don’t think because I’m scared of water, it means that I don’t want to take a
bath every day. It’s not like that!
All I mean is I just feel not comfort being in the water. Of course there’s
story behind it. It happened for about four or five years ago. It’s been a long
time huh? I know it.
I was in the water pool with my siblings. I wasn’t scared at
all with water at that time. So, I went to the pool and start swimming. I don’t
know how to swim though, but I swam just for fun. When I got tired, I sit in
the middle of the children-pool and adult-pool. Adult-pool is deeper than
children-poor of course. Suddenly, there was someone push me to the adult-pool.
I fell down and drowned. I couldn’t manage how to breathe when I was in the
water. So, I drowned and went deeper and deeper. When I was in the water, I
couldn’t hear anything and couldn’t see clearly. It was blurry. I felt like I’m
gonna die. [Sorry, it’s too over, right?] But then I realize I was still in the
water, so I went up until I got the surface. Aaaannnnddd… yeah! I could
breathe!!!! I breathe deeply as I can.
So, since then I’m scared of water. How water will fill my
lungs. How water will get in through your nose and how they make your eyes
can’t see clearly. I never want to go swimming anymore. Never.
But, I want something can change that. I want myself to not
scared with water. But, I still can’t solve it by myself. Sometimes I try to
dive in my bathroom. But still, it doesn’t change. My fear of water still
dwells on my head. I can’t expel it. I just can’t. But I believe, someday I
will be able to erase my fear of water. Yes, someday. Amin...
Well, that’s my story of “trauma”. What’s yours?
