I still love him, but I am mad at him so what would I say. I want to find out the truth, but I hate to see him.

So what I did was: To hang up.

By the way, he is my ex-boyfriend who had just gone for five years. No phone calls or even letters. Actually I hanged up because I was speechless. And admittedly I miss him so much. Apparently, I've got no boyfriend, still single because of him.

To continue my story, my cell phone rang again, but I did not answer it. After his three attempts, I turned it off. It better to sleep than to talk to him, I convinced myself. I was also trying to think that it was just a prank call. Or it was a wrong number. Anyway, he did not mention my name, but rather he called me Honey. Anybody could be Honey of anyone for a prank caller or should I say cheater.

The next day, everything seemed normal. The calculator, computer, and pile of papers were still in their place. I found myself preparing the journals and ledgers and the never-ending computation of debit and credit. Everything used to be this way. But one thing was not usual: A bouquet of flower at my desk. It was the only kind of flower I ever like. It was a daisy.

And who have sent these flowers? I asked myself.

So I searched for the card and got the small pink card. There it was written:

"Honey,

I love you so much. Please forgive me. I'm sorry.

Honey

My heart wanted to stop beating. I was so cold and may be pale. I was oblivious. Was this a debit or a credit for my suffering? I could feel the whole weight of my body into my feet. I could not carry myself. It was too heavy. My heart lost its rhythm. My mind could no longer find any words to speak of or even to think of.

Yes, of course you want to know who Honey is. Well, well, as I have said, he is my boyfriend. I mean, he "was" my boyfriend. We had been together for two years, but we have to deal with long-distance relationship after that. He had to work abroad. His jobs called for travelling if necessary. Our plan was he would just save money and we would get married. But we never talked on having no communication. So to sum the years of our relationship it was two years and nine months. Nine months of being far from him and nine months that created a deep wound in my heart. The wound has never been superficial. It is deep that even mefenamic acid or antiseptic could not ease the pain and heal the wound.

So you know now a little of our story.

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Actually, I myself is still clueless on how I have got involved with this kind of duty. I told you, I am not a doctor or even a psychologist, but healing one's emotion is my specialization. A does of fortune telling, mind reading, analyzing situation, consultation, advising with my patients depending on their "illness" are may be some of my ways of healing.

Most of my patients want their sickness to be cured when it is still in acute stage, though I have also encountered new patients already at chronic stage that really needs a higher dosage and intensive care.

I remember one of my patients. She was nearly to chronic. She asked, "Why I've always got hurt?"

There was my hand comforting her back then when I said, "May be because you let them do that to you,"

Sometimes I doubt the words that comes out from my mouth are right for any stage of emotional sickness.

But whether acute or chronic, I always make it sure that before I leave them, they have figured out the cause of the problem. It is like helping them to see the root cause of their problem rather than telling them the possible origin.

And believe it or not, any origin of their disease, if you will see its psychological aspects, is leading to heart failure. Then of course if taken for granted, it might cause a brain damage.

So I have to think for another cure to prevent brain damage. As I have said, I am like a doctor, but I am also like Socrates. I use the Socratic Method, continualy questioning, then coming up with the answers. And then criticizing them or probably analyzation is the more appropriate word. And I find it effective and quite therapeutic.

By the way, I call them patients not because I consider them sick, but simply because I am quite a doctor for them. They come to me for a sort of consultation.

Day after day is new to me. I have new people to meet. It is amazaing and quite rewarding because some of my patients became my friends.


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I THOUGHT THAT when I knew the cure to an illness and when it struck me, I would just follow my own prescription. Yes, may be some of it I could easily apply to myself but most of the remedy would be hard.

I have prescribed a lot of medication to my patients and they were very obedient. Well, at least some of them were obedient enough to take even the partial of it.

By the way, I am not a doctor but I have patients.


I am an accountant working eight hours a day, five days a week. Every day I see numbers. Always have calculator at my side. Computer has been patiently waiting for me every day. Stacks of file ready for documentation are the usual stuff at my desk. Counting and computing figures. Preparing balance sheet and account statement. This is my life since five years ago.

But I am not bored.

Thank God that aside from dealing with numbers, there is something that broke my daily routine. On the contrary, it also happens every day and it has been my duty since high school. May I mention that sometimes I am on-call for some sort of emergency? Yes, like any doctor there are patients that need an immediate attention. So I have to excuse myself in the office. Glad that my boss allows me with this set up. Anyway, emergency cases are not on daily basis.

Aside from that, I am receiving phone calls not lower than five everyday. My email inbox has bunch of message everyday, too. And oh, not to mention letters I am receiving at the office. A little rest and privacy are important to me which is why I preferred not to give my home address to anyone aside from my close friends. Meeting my new patients somewhere else would be fine.

I know you are quite curious now so I will tell you what “my other duty is”.


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Last Wednesday, I was able to talk to my sister-friend, who's currently in Singapore, (she’s actually my friend, but treat each other as a sister) through ym. She was seeking for an advice about her plan to change her career. She wants venture to an art-related job to an art-related company since she felt a little bored in spending for more than five years into a non-profit organization. Even though she enjoys the work in a NGO, still she wants to take the career path that she loves. So, when she browsed the net and found two different works, one is related to her degree and the other one is the work she loves to learn and grow with.

I told her, she it would be better to move to another company only if she thinks she would love the tasks. Submit her resume only to the jobs she thinks she will perform well and she will fit to the culture.

When she told me the posts and the descriptions, I know that in an editor post she’s absolutely qualified and will perform, but then she might feel bored with the topics she would be writing in case she would be hired. And then I said, 'You may still submit your resume and see what's the publication really is. You won't know unless you discover. And besides, nothing's final yet, after the interview and if they find you qualified then accept you, you may still think if you want to sign contract with them or not." On the other hand, junior copywriter post is a job that she most likely will start from scratch, but then she has this eagerness to learn and she believes that she has the skills in writing superb ad or catchy selling point. And what she likes about is she will be working with artists particularly with graphic artists.

And you know what? She submitted her resume in both jobs, but she knows well that she will choose the junior role over the senior role in case, but then she still wants to explore more.

Want to follow her career story? Keep visiting my blog. Or do you have the same problem and you're seeking for an advice? Reach me at witchyprudencecharlz@gmail.com.

I will publish your letter and my advice here at my blog.

Thank you for reading.