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Boom! I changed from a healthy, vibrant lady to a sickly lady who practically made the hospital her home.
I watched as my dreams of attending the prestigious university flew through the window.
I was in the hospital for months, and a lot of the drugs prescribed by the doctors messed me up with adverse side effects.
At some point, I told myself, "You know what? I am not doing this again." I asked for my discharge papers and left the hospital.
Over time, I learned how to cope with my movement disorder. I learned what to do and what not to do when it comes to having spasms. Gradually, I got used to it, and I became better.
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During this experience, I was at a point where I lost hope of getting better. I was so down and depressed that I was just a line away from committing suicide.
Then, there was a day I had some reactions from one of those drugs, and I was rushed to the emergency unit of the hospital. At some point, I felt myself slipping away, but I could hear my sister calling out my name and begging me not to die. My grandma was on the floor, rolling in tears. I passed out.
When I became stable again, I promised myself to cling to hope and stay alive for these people whom I love.
This experience taught me to always hold on to hope. I need hope to stay alive. I need hope to have a positive mindset. Hope also helps me to achieve my goals.
Various experiences I've had have taught me to always be hopeful in every situation.
One of the things I have done to boost my belief and conviction is to list my goals. For example, when I was ill, my goal was to recover and get back to my normal self.
I continuously reminded myself that my condition isn't permanent, and I loved to reminisce about how happy I was before the movement disorder and how happy I'll be when I recover.
I also learned to pray to God for my recovery.
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