Whenever I feel hopeless, I remind myself that every day I wake up above the ground is a blessing in itself.
There was a time I was hospitalised in a government facility, after having grown accustomed to private healthcare and its comforts. Being there exposed me to people facing severe illnesses, yet what stood out most was the level of hope and faith they carried their belief that they would get better and return home. Witnessing that shifted something in me. It reminded me that even in the hardest situations, hope still exists.
So no matter what I face, I remind myself that I am neither the first nor the last to walk this path. I choose not to be hard on myself. I wait, I trust the process, and I believe that in time, everything will fall into place.
