Friends are Angels in disguise

     I remember a few months back, in January to be exact, when it felt like I had my doomsday, the ones who were there to pull me up are my friends and family – my angels.

      It was a fun Saturday night as Cate, Dee & I decided that I sleep over their flat since my housemates had all gone back home in the Philippines. We watched “Amnesia Girl” which had been a memorable movie since then, not to forget the fact that it started all the dramas which ended up with all the 3 of us sharing our fantasies on how we wish we’d meet our “charming princes”. The night was just as nice and fun when you’re with your friends. Little did I know that I was meant to be with them that night because I was gonna need them for the morning that followed. Yeah, a revelation that sent shivers to my spine. It wasn’t something like I expected (or was I just in denial then? haha!) or thought I deserve. But thanks to Cate whose blouse I think got soaked with my tears that morning and the one who used to call me almost every day then to check on me (not to forget she's always my spokesperson), Tatsie who offered to take the bus while we take a cab which didn’t happen as the queue was so long and I was already almost lifeless (exaggerated), Ervyn who held my hand all along and offered to be my roomie for a night (I wasn’t even sure if I was the one to thank him that day or the other way around. Haha! Joke!), and of course Dee who, offered to stay with me for a week. I kinda least expect Dee to do this. And at first, I was shy to drag her into my pathetic life that time. I knew I’d be half alive the days after that and it would be kinda challenging for her to catch me on my lucid intervals. She was there to listen to all my pitiful cries before we sleep. She was there to share to me all that she went through when she was where I was exactly then. She’s the one who waited for me every day so we could have a dinner together while watching “imortal” then. I remember we would laugh before we sleep over “some people”; watched wedding videos which made us both cry. With her around slowly tears turned to smiles and bad memories turned to motivations to better myself. She even inspired me to start up this personal blog site of mine just as it also served as her outlet for all her bunch of memories – good and bad.

     From the prayer and inspirational booklets given to me; wall posts, chats and private messages all sending the same message of encouragement; pats on my shoulders to prayers offered, she along with all my caring friends and family nursed the wounded soul in me. I maybe suffering from selective memory loss but I will never forget what each of my friends and family did for me during those lowest moments of my life. I could not thank God enough for the chance of knowing my worth to all the rest of the people who love me. Indeed, God is present in my life. Now looking back I must say, God must be hugging me so tight then and every single day.


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