I’m feeling back to the way I am, until one day I was told my brain wouldn’t come back.

But it wasn’t even colleges, medicine, countries, cultures, courses, families, religions. It’s the people who know me inside and out and make me see.

These people know about my revolt against something. Every time, upset, I ran away.

I could make an escape list. Maybe a coma is even an escape from myself.

But I am looking in my mirror and feeling gratitude from my friends who have seen me again. And gratitude to my new friends who already know I ran away and ask me where I am.

Sometimes, not even talking, but that escape is finding our mirror.

And as the Taoists say
“He who knows does not speak; he who speaks does not know.”
Lao Tzu

With love and gratitude to those who made me known, I now look in the mirror and accept what I didn’t see before.

With love,
Jules