Valentine's Day can be a poignant occasion. Those who are in love can embrace the day with joyous celebration. For those who have loved; it can be a day of longing reflection. For those who have never felt love, the lonely; it can be a day of great sadness and despair.
I am blessed with knowledge that once I was loved. Yet, I ache with pain. Pain from the recollection of what the relentless onslaught of my illness, my mental illness, did to the very foundations of my fragile ego. Illness stole my love and turned me into an apathetic spectator, barely aware of the simple wonders of life. I lived in a fog and the insidious nature of that fog, that terrifying fog, enshrouded me in a life devoid of love.
Somehow , with my last ounce of strength; I gazed through my fog, found a moment of clarity and discovered the fading remnants of hope and self-respect. I challenged myself and the negative environment that had nearly destroyed me. I set myself free. No longer would I be shackled by the chains of my illness. I had come to the profound realisation that I had choices and I chose to understand that my mental health concerns would no longer dictate my right to a peaceful, happy life.
Those who have love must savour every precious moment. Those who have love, must never be too busy to take such a fragile yet powerful commodity for granted. Those who have been loved can learn to love again.
Some will walk hand in hand and gaze into each others eyes. Some will recall lost love. Some will wonder if love will ever come into their lives.
So now, as Valentine's Day approaches; let us spare a thought for those who have never been in a loving relationship. Love for the lonely and a more caring, compassionate world for us all.