Melis Menent

Today has not been a day like another. It has been a day with continued treatment. Sometimes it’s nice to trust other people. In fact, it’s very nice to trust other people, all the time. The more you have trust in others in your life, the more relaxed you feel.

It’s not easy to have faith when you feel unwell. Lack of health can last for a period of time. It might be days, months or years. It is not easy to figure out the different dimensions of health, for someone who is not specialised. I’m not specialised enough; but for me it has been a long time that I had to figure out the little things on my own. The little things matter, just like the big things do. Little shopping matters too. Sometimes it’s just that tiny thing which gets you out of your home.

I do wonder, all the reasons which brings us in contact with others. Why do we leave our homes? Why do we talk, at all? Today I find it in me, to want to write. But I feel sorry, for lots and lots of writing. For the writing which could not be, for all the communication which could not take place. For all the good things which did not realise themselves. But I also feel hope: I am hopeful because I am in treatment. I am hopeful because I have finally found the specialist that I could trust. It has not been easy for somebody like me who was born in the developing context. A sensitive body is what it is. A rare condition is what Daddy left me, I suppose. With much more help than he and my grandparents. Time brought me somethings, but took away some others. The remainder of the time will tell, which is which.