This entry is my little secret for you. You are the only person I can entrust this secret to when I could not trust anybody else in this world. You have betrayed me multiple times but I have my utmost faith in you. I want to tell you a secret about the woman named Aris.
Aris, a resilient yet turbulent woman. A perfect description for her. For as long as I can remember, she was the type of woman who can be easily influenced by negative emotions and energy around her. She grew up in a loving family but loving alone was not enough. Everyone craves stability, even Aris. That was the only thing that lacked in her family. Little did she know, the stability that never existed in her life was to become the reason for her downfall.
Aris, for her, the concept of death was hard to grasp. How could someone just die and abandon everyone who was still living? That was until she lost her baby sister named Lily at the age of 14. At such a young age, she finally began to understand the concept of divine intervention and the fact that everything that lives will eventually die. The death took a huge toll on her. Seeing everyone around her mourning the death, she mourned the hardest.
Aris later was shocked with another death of her family member, the closest to her, her birth mother. Still registering Lily’s death at the age of 18, she received the devastating fact that her mother was no longer here. She was unable to register any emotions - sadness, anger, devastation, confusion, numbness. The only thing she knew, the world around her crumbled to pieces. Everyone around her mourned and she mourned the hardest. But she was mourning in pure silence.
Aris, the mask she wore was thicker than the blood of the covenant between her and her birth mother. Perhaps it was her stubbornness, or her inability to express her emotions, or her inability to communicate with people. She kept everything to herself, even her unbearable grief, her tormenting sadness, and her burning pain. Her ultimate way of coping was showing her emotions to the Divine Power. Countless nights, she begged and cried to God to grant her strength and power to continue this life horror. She believed in His Mercy, His Love, His Benevolence, and she was no exception from receiving that.
Aris, the secret that I wanted to tell you about her is that she loved writing. She was passionate about writing. Her writings as she described herself
“are my secret letters to my Saviour”.
She found writing to be therapeutic for her as she can easily describe her emotions with written words, not the spoken ones. The pen and paper became her full-time therapist. Although she had never revealed her writings to anyone but herself, she was always hoping somehow, someday, someone else could read her writings and benefit from them.
Aris faced a lot more trials and turbulences in her life. Her biggest trial was her inability to express her emotions. If I were to tell you a lot more about what she faced, I would not only betray her but I would also betray myself. Let us pray the best for Aris and may our prayers be reflected upon ourselves. These are the secrets I could tell from what I know about the turbulent yet resilient woman,
named Aris.
31/03/2029
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Dalan closed the diary and looked at his sleeping wife. Her eyes were fixated shut with her brunette hair cascading her visage as he caressed it. He mustered a loving smile before kissing Aris’s forehead.
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