Maybe I am exagerrating a bit, but clearly this fall has paved the way for a nosedive on my self-esteem and sense of self-worth. It feels like every single thing around me was falling apart, ripping right through my core as if to say “you’re coming down next”. It is crazy, scary and at the same time emotionally unnerving to see this all happen right under my nose. Indeed, only in moments when you hit rock bottom that you realize that God has blessed you with enough cushion before the fall.

“I believe in angels, the kind that heaven sends. I’m surrounded by angels, and I call them my best friends.”
~ Pamela Daranjo

In this day and age, angels don’t come with wings. At least, for my experience, they come clad in Berkeley sweat shirts, A&F pullovers, or even in the simplest pyjamas with heart prints. They don’t offer judgment, only words of wisdom, especially when you least expect it.

During this moment of bitter sadness, I have felt their presence in more ways than one – picking me up at my worst, cheering me up when I needed it, and sending me mp3s if only to make me smile… It sounds trivial, but when you lose what you thought mattered, even the simplest things become a reason to celebrate.

I dedicate this post to genuine friends, my angels, my shrink, my life – Thank you so much for giving me a reason to smile despite the dark clouds looming in my horizon, for making me find my way, even when my world is crumbling down upon me. Words are not enough to express my heartfelt gratitude for all the things you’ve done for me. You may not know it, and I don’t say this often – but you have touched my life with your honesty, sincerity, love and compassion.  I cannot thank you enough.