Counting the blessings #Blessed #War #Depression #PTSD
This picture was taken almost a year ago when I was still in Sudan.
My country has been in war for almost 2 years now. This is how we used to boil the milk at night because there was no electricity, no gas, and we were extremely lucky to have milk compared to others.
I was really frustrated at that moment and really sad that even after we left our state and our home, leaving our belongings because of the war, the war still chased us again 😟 to this state, and it was not safe anymore.
It was kinda cold, and mosquito bites made me hate my life 😂. It gave me malaria (it’s a disease that doesn’t exist anymore in developed countries) 😂.
I am now safe and sound. I have a bed, I have gas, I have electricity, and I am not malnourished. Neither are my nephews and nieces. I eat three meals a day — that’s a blessing.
My family is safe; I am safe. That’s a blessing. I have network access that is not through Starlink. That’s a blessing. And I am not afraid someone would come and k*ll me at any moment.
I am blessed 🙏 😇