I'm Gonna Be OK

So often I long for that moment of clarity. I've spoken about it before. It's that moment when you're so sure about something, maybe everything.

I sat here for a second in pitch black darkness. With a lone light streaming in through a crack in the curtains. How romantic and serene if it were the moonlight. Tempted, I looked. A lone lampost in the distance, shining its few watts of power right through my bedroom window. However little, it served its purpose and added to my moment of serenity.

Sometimes, with your system cleared (for me that was having just puked), lying back in the darkness, with solitude and silence, is all you need to cure your sickness. It's the aftermath of a torturous moment (and by that, once again, I refer to my horrendous puking). It's one of the most satisfying feelings in the world - knowing everything's going to be ok.

Because lucky for me, I have my sister running around for me. And my flatmate right next to her. And my friends nearby bringing me food and bringing the outside world in. And my friends across seas and continents chatting with me, saying the sweetest things - for that's all they can do and that's enough. And for my parents, who call every day wishing they could be there with me and take care of me, like old times.

For all that I am lucky. For all that I am blessed. And for it all, I am very grateful.