Due to my sentimental over-thinking perennial habit, I think of my troubled friends very often.
They are people whom I got to know/ paid attention to, because of my illness.
The origin of the place where we’re acquainted varies, hospitals, support groups, forums, even at workplace.
There are many of them.
And I think of them very often.
Hoping that they’re doing well.

I was chatting online and my friend typed her usual phrase,
"Remember, we’re the luckier ones."
I surprised myself with this reply,
“Although I don’t believe it, I know you’re not lying."
I ask myself, what does that mean?