She knows she’s lucky. She has good people around her. These people love her and care for her deeply. She has enemies, too. Which makes life all the more interesting. She indeed has the makings of an astounding and fulfilled existence. She acknowledges the fact that life has been good, and she’s been blessed. But it doesn’t mean that she cannot feel distressed, lonesome, and frustrated all the same. Losing her way has been her fault. This too, she acknowledges.