“You are kind. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are worthy. You are special. You are loved. You are needed. You are capable. You are enough. You are important. You are the best!”, said the thread of posts I saw on Instagram yesterday and these easy phrases seem to have engulfed me in an aura of self-worth and appreciation. I feel I have progressed a bit more than yesterday; a bit more gleeful, a bit more assertive and a bit more resilient than yesterday.
I often have moments when I am all alone in my hostel room, on that one below average size bed and I just think to myself, ‘This is what peace feels like.’ But there are most other times when I keep calculating the days that I have been away from my parents, the days that are left for me to return home. While I sit on my bed pondering what will I do when I go back home, what delicacy will my mother make on my return, will dad come to pick me up to the station or will my brother come to irritate me again? But there is another person in the room who feels, ‘this is home’.