Everything happens for a reason

I'm a strong universe believer. I believe not only that everything happens for a reason, but that things happen always at the right moment in time. Just when you need it, when you are able to cope with it, when you are ready to take the best out of the things that universe has given to you.
Everything is school. A school of life. And it's the hardest experience ever imagined, but it's always right. Always! Life brings us everything we need to know, everything we need.
Few days ago I had the pleasure to sit with my good old friends in a warm night in which everything but four of us didn't exist. All the people that were surrounding us and all the noise was not important as the stories four of us shared in that moment of time. I felt like I was home. You know that warm feeling of acceptance, when everything is just as it should be? Forever grateful for that moment. For my friends. Of course I talked about my thyroid. About the psychotic world I'm in. About all the healing process I'm going trough, about the acceptance of my condition and determination to fight for a better life in every possible way I can. Little that I knew is that my story will open a whole new way of understanding all the suffering I'm going trough and all the ways of suffering happening in my body, mind and soul. I'm super freaking sensitive. Super freaking sensitive. Feel like a 'victim' most of the time and I constantly expect from people to know that, to recognize that, to feed that sensitivity but not even telling them I expect that. And that creates anger and dissapointment and more sensitivity, because you feel invisible but not reaching out openly for help. That's a major A HA moment in this craziness of thyroid thing. For me that night was a moment of letting go. Of anger I created for myself. Moment of accepting myself with this suffering, a moment of giving myself a time to recover from everything.
For that, I will be forever grateful to my friends for accepting me, giving me enough time to tell my story, for not judging me, for seeing me and hearing me.
Because after a long time I accepted myself, I heard my story.

Namaste.