There will always be good days, and bad. In year 2022, bad days outnumbered the good. Since then, the tension has eased. Now far and fewer in between, the prospects of good days appear intermittently on the horizon. In tandem with my blood pressure readings, I am grateful for the stability that has eased into my life. I see this as the revolution of my renaissance. As a sense of calm enveloped, the end of 2022 came to an abrupt halt. The skies were overshadowed by dark clouds, while the headwinds rolled to an unpleasant stillness which threatened to thump the last few breaths out of me. Finality threatened and clamped at my heels. My brisk pace broke into a trot away from the darkness, I choked. Never before had I been hazed to this extent. Beads of perspiration broke, forming a filmy sickening layer of slime on my skin. The stickiness made me nauseous, but the monsters within refused to rear their ugly heads.

The downpour came eventually, cleansing everything in its way. Awakened to the epiphany that no storm can last forever, I am consoled by the knowledge that this too, shall pass.