My Life So Far, Part 2

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I managed to snag a scholarship to Australia after my secondary school.  I still loved the libraries, but alas, the libraries could no longer protect me from the turmoil of boys.  My life unraveled, and I got married just when I turned twenty


After six years, I returned to Malaysia.  I had a one year old girl and a Bachelor of Science in psychology.  Life was hard, felt torn apart by demands from all sorts of directions.  Just when I was beginning to know my mother, she died.  I was devastated.  She lived with me for nearly four years, I was 27 and was slowly forming a relationship with her. 



When my husband was allowed to further his studies in Canada, my two kids and I followed.  It was quiet and blissful.  We rented a small flat and spent loads of time playing outside.  With a teaching assistantship, I also furthered my studies. My social skills blossomed.  I discovered my ability to listen deeply and helped most of the clients throughout my internships.


Coming back to Malaysia, I became a counsellor educator.  No longer with social anxiety, but still very much an introvert.  When my third child was about five, I was diagnosed with SLE.  Life became a blur of raising kids, fulfilling job and family obligations and staying alive.  Having survived two near deaths, I am grateful  I am  still around.  Now at 67, I still struggle with autoimmune issues. 

I am what the doctors call a rhupus patient: lupus and rheumatoid arthritis


By writing and sharing my journey, I hope to heal: mind, body and soul.  Dear reader, I hope my writing will help you piece together a better life for yourself too.  




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