Even though I planned to make this a reminder of all the things I ought to be grateful for, there are moments when everything seems to be falling apart, and I don’t know where to turn to and find the good in my life.
I usually turn to health, I went through tricky times in the past, but nothing too worrying, or painful, or sudden.
Well, I was deaf for some time, and had to undergo some surgery, and not too pleasant tests, but I never really worried too much, or for too long.
But this time it was different. I’ve been worrying and being tested for months, not all the time of course, but it’s been a long, exhausting process. And every time you’re told that maybe some more tests are needed, the dark clouds grow darker, and the silver lining seems to disappear. And you can’t even say well, at least I still have health. Because, you know, maybe you don’t.
And then comes the day you go for another exam, and the person before you leaves the examination room in tears, and it looks like a bad sign.
And then your test is good, perfect, nothing is wrong. Of course you need to be careful and have regular check ups, but you’re fine.
And the dark clouds start to fade, and you can see the light again. The sun.