A stroke of epiphany...

After years and years of whining, I have come to realize that in a way, I am still lucky to be at the very least, alive. I'll spare you all the drama...but I just really need to let this out: I think I have started to realize how lucky I am still compared to most people, especially in a country unfortunate enough to be stricken by immense poverty.

I may not be as pretty, talented, skilled, well-adjusted, sane, and definitely not as rich as most people, but I am lucky to be me.

We all are.

I should be so grateful. And I think I'm slowly getting there. Not totally...yet, but getting there, nevertheless.

And it only had to take a cup of coffee and one cigarette to slap me with that realization.